A Dream

What makes a dream,
imaginations do tell,
yet what makes it seem,
so powerful and real.
Emotions have been said,
to be the leading cause,
imagine if you will instead,
a dream is just a flaw.
They happen to all of us,
to keep our minds in motion,
nothing more and nothing less,
of our lives in rotation.
Re-living what has gone,
and creations of yet to come,
fantasies perhaps to long,
to exist in lives of some.
Things that happen now,
or moments we think that could,
become part of our life somehow,
and images we think that should.
Perhaps things we may see,
are just as what it is,
and yet things in a dream,
are what doesn’t exist.

(may 2005)

by Jody Moody

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