What do we dream of?
Poetry
Published in
Jun 16, 2024
Dreams are visions of yesterday,
born from the troubles that might
plague you tomorrow.
Maybe they are glimpses of life,
of what could have been or what could be.
Millions of roads to choose from,
and countless possible ways to exist.
A canvas of infinite possibilities,
where every choice is a brushstroke,
painting our destiny,
But we can have just one.
Who knows what good they harbor,
when consequences are beyond our reach?
All we get are moments to cherish,
on a single journey destined for eternity.
Little reasons to remember us
in a world that even forgets itself.
