Born to Dream

What am I supposed to do on nights

Where I dream circumstances that will never be?

Hidden desires and passions camouflaged

So plainly they stand within your view.

Dreams so vivid, I awake questioning

What is real and what is make-believe—

I awake wondering where you are,

And why my heart is pounding still—

The world passes silently, carefree;

I’m stuck in a moment that will never be real,

Hearing voices that surely will not exist.

I’m lost deep within the chambers of my mind,

Holding a moment with you, I will never live.

      DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com