Are dreams what they seem

Portals to what shall
                                    be

Or just imagination gone wild

That
                                    means nothing to me

Are they our hopes?

Turned
                                    to pictures

For only one to see

Or
                                    just imaginary fixtures?

Do they mean anything or nothing?

Who can tell us the truth?

Is it something each of us must decide?

Or from someone in a
                                    carnival booth?

My
                                    dreams have no power

Neither do my hopes

It
                                    is our actions when awake

That mean things to this dolt

My dreams are all hollow

And do not come true

So I sit and I write

And try not to feel blue

If we could dream

To see what might be

What would you do?

Would you be set free?

And so I tell

All that can hear

Put no faith in your dreams

You will end up drowned in beer