dreams are. . .

i could sleep , i could hide, i could be like aladdin inside, dozing with a genie from afar, twisting with a princess of normar. dreams are what we make them,dreams are how we see, dreams are what make us out to be.
crippling yes they are and can be if kept inside like some forgotten, like some forgotten melody.   casting shadows at ourselvs prevents the dream from coming true, prevents the last of this melody from finding you. a heartbreak can break us down and spin the last reminents of that dream around. casting shadows all around.   in our head we see not of this dream afar come very far, but someday with some luck, maybe that dream won't run amuck. 
living without a dream is like looking up from a pool of water, you know you drown but sometimes you don't really care, sometimes the fear is worth it and sometimes it just breaks us down. like that pool of water it can get us down.