These are the dreams we might have,

every night, imagining our own fiction.

There’s a spot of romantic tension,

mixed with the reality of human nature.

And the beat goes on, and we strive

for more with our every wistful moment.

Waking from a dream can be the hardest

part of facing another day in our lives.

Worlds are defined as we sit and let them

wander by, letting the days just add up.

Sometimes the wildest sleep cycles

add up to so much more than present

lives, all caught up in being real with intent.

It seems logical to imagine ourselves alone

in the wild journey ahead, one we don’t know.

We just simply live our lives in a way that

coincides with everyone around us daily.

I guess I will continue to define my own “I”

in a novel that lives inside silent disposition.