Ode to a Young Dreamer

An impossible opportunity that arises in a dream
Is one which we yearn to take
But much later on we wake up,
And sadly realize that it was fake

And so I weep and cry at my stupid,
Obvious misconception
And sorrow gapes from my aching heart,
And flows through me like an infection

Indeed, it is not possible
That she came back to life
And it is certainly not plausible
That I became his wife

Thus, we simply cannot run
From our deepest darkest secrets
When we are locked tight in the metaphorical zipper
Of our subconscious’ evil breeches

Young dreamer beware,
Do not dream too much
For dreams, like words,
Can flow out a bit too rough

Only this time there is no defense mechanism
For what you might hear or see
No warning of how you’ll wake up,
No preview of what will come to be

The most anyone can do,
Is hope for the best
And finally, cautiously,
As they lay down to rest

Hope to not dream too much