Dreams will be dreams,
They'll never be true,
In dreamlands so enchanting,
Like flowers, they bloom.
"Believe in your dreams" they say,
But, do they not remember?
How good can illusions be?
How can they be tender?
They appear to be sweet,
Their innocence radiates from within,
But, that doesn't mean they aren't like black holes
Remember, they can suck you in.
The more you nourish them,
The more vivid they grow,
But, be careful; don't believe in them
Cause all they really do is, crush your hopes.
They're like little demons,
Waiting for the perfect time,
You won't even realise
When they've performed their crime.
And, the day you start comparing
Your life with your dreams,
My dear, that's when you'll realise
Reality is all but peaches and creams.