These dreams which you see,
I do not have them.
They are not dreams, but thoughts which have not been
Turned into a new form
They say dreams have meaning, but mine are only blank.
My dreams, you ask?
They do not exist.
I am bound to reality,
Facing only the facts
A realist, you might say
Dreams are happy thoughts
I don't have many to spare
Nightmares are scary thoughts
These, I have plenty of
Yet, I do not see these nightmares at night
Oh, no, they appear in the day
How haunting,
How daunting,
And the worst part is,
They stay with you forever.
