Poetrees

I have so many dreams, it's hard to go to sleep cus I'm afraid they might come out and find me

Like why haven't you made us real yet?

Can't you see we've got places to go? People to see?

Faces to know, smiles to free?

I dream of painted fears running away scared

You know, the truth is I want to trust that all this life will not surmount to nothing

I want to believe that by the time I'm gone I'll have learned something

But most my dreams seem to be made of something I can't grasp

A hidden mystery.

Where are you, hidden dream?

And what is it you're made of?

When will you come home?

Or must I build you a home?

By God! How am I to build a home for something I've not yet known?

Many have had a reason to call me mad

Of that, I cannot lie

But who are they to blame me for trying to escape a life that drains me?

I've done everything in my power to stop the dreaded empty

Who ravish one by one your soul and penny

Us, who had no reason to die but to live

This world, it strains me!

A well full of wishes 💘