☆What is a dreamscape,
Without any dreams?,☆
☆A whole lot of empty spaces?,
Or countless amounts of possibilities,☆
☆Waiting to be found?.
☆The real world,
Both killers of dreams,☆
☆But both essential for dreams.
Without the world we wouldn't be here,☆
☆To breathe or dream,
Without rational thought,☆
☆Would a dream still be a dream?,
Or just a series of unlikely plans? ☆
☆ Little do we all know is,
Everything that kills us,
Keeps us alive,
Everything that kills dreams,
Are the reasons dreams are alive.
Without death there would be no end,
Could you live with yourself forever?,
Changing over time and being twenty people,
In a mere speck of your endless existance.
The real problem is without dreams,
We would have no reason to go on,
Nothing to strive for,
As every idea is born of a dream.
Instead we'd just sit,
Where we are right now,