Dreams

Poem By Jon Evans

Dreams,
So easily made,
So easily destroyed,
So easily loved,
So easily hated,
So easily good,
So easily bad,

Dreams,
They can make you,
They can break you,
They can comfort you,
They can hurt you.

Dreams,
Make you love,
Make you hate,
Make you care,
Make you kill.

Dreams,
Can be paradise,
Can be hell,
Can be remembered,
Can be forgotten.

Dreams,
Can…not…be…controlled.

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