Poet Me

Hold onto Dreams

Hold onto dreams like your last breaths,

for if they die, life is a bird with broken wings.

So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.

Whether they're big or in a blink of an eye,

whether made from the fairies of sleep or shadows of history,

hold onto dreams like your last breaths.

Hopes and desires might fly away,

but dreams paint them back to life.

So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.

Whether they are like a ghost from a dark past,

whether they ignite a fire to achieve the impossible,

hold onto dreams like your last breaths.

There are many dreams to dream, many drifting away,

but you cannot keep them all inside a jar.

So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.

Hold onto dreams like your last breaths,

hold onto them from vanishing away,

for if you let go, life is a field frozen with white sheets.

So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.