A dream, a life

And yet the two do not entwine.

A dream, a chance of what may be,

A life is but the reality.

Dreaming, my desires are forseen.

Living my desires are but memories.

Memories of a life I could have had.

Dreams are for the young,

But why not for everyone?

Life can be a dream.

Is that too much to hope?

Dreams and lives

And they do entwine

–Lady O

*poem written 1 March 1998*

Originally posted on ladyozma.vox.com