Dreams

Somewhere

Between lost hopes

And grapefruit juice

Is a place

Where dreams go

To die.

Crashing waves

Of doubt,

Rocks of insanity,

Built entirely

Of marshmallow-like

Lies:

That's the last resort.

No-one

In their right mind

Would dare go there-

But dreams,

Daredevil, rowdy,

Biker-boy dreams.

They'd go there

To die.

Forgotten, unwept,

Tragically misunderstood,

Beautifully mistreated

By adults

And kids alike.

But some just

Wouldn't die.

And they would

Return,

Spiteful, vicious,

Lethal in their allure.

And minds would

Go wham,

And hearts would

Get broken,

And heads would

Roll,

As golf balls.

And they would

Laugh.

Mercilessly.

Cruelly.

Disdainfully.

And remain

Ever elusive.

That's the power of dreams:

Elude,

Evade,

Subdue,

Conquer,

Seduce.

Bleed dry.

Beware

of dreams,

For

They

can

Come

True.