Dreams Do What They May

 

Laying in bed, wide awake,

Feeling it slowly shake.

With the rhythmical feel of a ball,

Gliding into the hall.

People stop to say hi,

Words forming into a lie.

 

Suddenly rushing off with a frantic yell,

Chased by the dogs of hell.

Through thickets and brush,

Blood from the pricks begin to rush.

Reaching through the thickets, seeing no ground.

As a matter of fact, there is nothing around.

 

Falling into an abyss, screaming into the black of night-

Falling into a room filled with no light-

Sound falls on deaf ears tonight.

 

As if a higher power can hear the cries

A light is turned on and burns the eyes.

A figure stands before in dismay

With eyes of a lonesome, quiet stray.

Whispering, "Dreams only do what they may."