Dreams

Something I wrote in junior high.

My dreams are like life,

But with more feeling.

My dreams are strife,

That I am always re-living.

My dreams make me feel

What is impossible while awake.

My dreams help me seal

What my mind cannot take.

My dreams are hard to explain,

Like being enlightened;

Yet everything becomes plain,

Like an ordinary sky.

I will keep you stored within the confines of my mind.

I strive to let you learn, yet keep you secret from their kind.