The Illusion of our Dreams

 As we ponder upon the blackness of the night sky,
we peer into the stars and ask ourselves, why.
In the echoing silence of our dreams,
one's hopes and desires are in disguise, it seems.

Our lives and loves are forever intertwined,
in these our quests we are often blind.
Intricately wrapped like vines in the morning dew,
that which we seek is not always true.

What was not within our grasp, soon we will come to know.
Through the years, we will learn and we will grow.
Soon, the time will come to look upon what we have done,
then it will seem like yesterday that we had just begun.

As each day passes and draws to its end,
the time will come for those broken dreams to mend.
Then, as tomorrow's dawn begins to brighten,
so too, will our knowledge begin to heighten.

No longer should we ask ourselves, why.
We mustn't believe that our lives will pass us by.
Believe always that your dreams are something,
for not to believe, is to have nothing.