Dreams

Can I dream?

Yes, I may not be special

Nothing to recommend myself with,

Yes, I may be ordinary

Plebeian even;

Undistinguished and indistinguishable,

But perhaps I can dream.

Perhaps in my mind’s eye

I can stand out

High over the sweaty scalps of the masses

Unruffled

Crystalline.

Perhaps I can be perfect.

Perfect?

The perfect of today, the perfect of right now

Forever.

Perhaps

Perhaps, perhaps I can dream!

But my dreams are not reality;

My reality is just dreams.

I live half awakened

Half conscious

Not present.

I am no longer average.

I am falling

I am failing

I am flailing

I set out to fly.

Catch me won’t you?

Wake me up.

But you are lost

In your own dreams

Crashing.

I have cashed my last chances.

Burnt out

I have nothing left now but

Dreams.