Dreams

What are dreams?
Intellect bursting at its seams?
Sometimes quietly flowing like that of a tranquil stream.
Sometimes happy, others sad.
Sometimes you can't remember ones you had.
Some near, some far.
Wherever your dreams may be, in reality, or when you rest your head in bed, better complete them before your dead.
Because unlike you dreams cannot be resurrected.
Hopefully by writing this I've changed your perspective.
Don't be deceived.
Head my words: even the smallest dreams are to be respected.

Forrest L. Smith III