"Dreams Of Things"

I dream of things

That can never be,

But I dream of them

Almost every day.

Whether it be of riches

Or maybe even fame,

Still I dream

Of them anyway.

Days go by so very fast

That my dreams

Seem so out of reach,

But they forever stay.

It's as if my mind

Somehow can't tell

Reality from trueness

Even tho I pray.

Finally I realize

That dreams are just that;

A need of something

Far greater than just play.

So I plan my life

In ordinary things

Of what I think I should be

And stop worrying thru my way.

It is said so very simply

A person shouldn't worry of the future;

That God knows of us

And we should not sway.

That is alright with me you see

As long as I am free.

For I can still dream my dreams

As long as it's in a good way.

©Jann Newland

May 2011