To who made dreams better than some realities

~Dream

The night sky, so bright, so wonderful, yet so amiss

It shines, a light, a colorful hue, pastels of eternal bliss

My mind, thinks above, of these quite, little memories

And I reach out, a hand, and think, are these atrocities or remedies

So I ponder, a thought, to myself, underneath this seal

A day, so bright, full of color, could it even be so real

Am I just living a lie

Could this be why

These sights, fill my head, with excess thoughts, and fade away

Slipping through, deep cracks, these thoughts I wonder, as I lay

Is it true, is it still tangible, or maybe not, existed at all

I cling to this hope, of everlasting, why can't this be real, sighing even as I fall

Time to time, even now, in the dark, this dream appears before my very own eyes

I believe, a dream so great, with all my heart, in the fading sunrise

Can't it be true, this peace, and endless fairytale, but I never realize

Am I just living a lie

Could this be why

These dreams, so bright, full of color, shall never come true

Meaning: Sometimes I wake up and think how that dream was great and it would be nice if it actually happened.  When I was younger, I never really remembered my dreams as much or had what my younger self deemed boring.  But I always listened to other people's dreams that they remember and thought how interesting and fun they were.  It was like a mix of everything they liked.  When I got older, I started having these kind of dreams.  Dreams of things I like so much, I wish those events were real and that they happened.  This poem tells of a person getting reality and dreams confused and wondering what is real.  They wonder why can't it also be real and live in a world that seems so vivid.  They enjoy their dreams and believe they must be real somehow.  And whenever they awake it always fade, yet it seems so real and actual to them.