There are those far from real.
But in our minds, they thrive, they live.
When we sleep, they are within our reach.
Once we are awake, in flicker they vanish.
There are also those elusive
Much as we hold them, they get lost.
Tie them with chain and they will choke!
Loosen the grip and they break loose.
Dreams take us high; some take us down.
Others impair and make us dumb.
But for the naught dreams are the force
To live, to breath, to exist.
Simply Eccentric 