B Wallace Cheatham

Dreams Are My Savior B Wallace Cheatham

Dreams are my Savior I never knew there was a limit On the number of dreams one could dream at night Hearing such news gave me an awful freight I am an inveterate dreamer who Dream in clusters Dreams are all around me every Day Exploding in my head Even before I go to bed My mind is flooded with dreams Can you drown in your dreams? Can you be overwhelmed by your Dreams? Can your dreams cause you to Lose contact with reality? Dreams are often better than reality. Isn't that why we dreams To escape often excruciating pain while awake Sometimes dreams are better than The existence of deranged world Or when you want to get over the Hurt when you've lost your lover Or a job that didn't appreciate Your gifts Your insights Your wit And these slights made you quit And take shelter in a dream or Two That is what I do It keeps me sane and alive To face the waking days Dreams are my savior So, let dreams be praised