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
*poem written 1 March 1998*
Originally posted on ladyozma.vox.com