dreams

dreams they give us a life , these vivid walls we use to hold up our life, we approuch a croaching tiger in our wake and forsake it in our dreams as vivid reality. the meadow runs down and round and through but the stream never comes that close to you. ecasty visits but never stays but many cant keep lust away. love is so seldom ever true even in the depths of these dreams of you. sarrow is to real it rules our lives and its the only thing we know to be real. the blood seeps into our veins and down and through our cuts and scraps and many breaks before were through. torment and targety are all some know, for these yield unto us and make us ,us. roses climb so high we cant find the top most flower from the vine, trees they cross and meet and part and weep and lay seed unto us the plants that feed us and that take our lives one day at a time. dreams there vivid and blurry and sometimes furry and sometimes they tell trueths and sometimes they only speak lies, so you see its like reality with our lives . to find ourselvs we dream , to unfind we dream. to ripe away the ache we dream and cry and spill it all out on side and bleed and die and more and more we just cry.  dreams ,sarrow ,hope and love they go together better than pandora could of ever hoped. for she cryed tear of blackness and shadow they say , and at the end it killed her before she ever found the hope.