I get lost in my dreams, but I never stop dreaming.
Thoughts remind me in the morning that I am still human, not an animal.
Painting faces, coloring worlds but my own.
Save the best for last.
Yet my dreams swim alone in dark rooms, pretending.
Pretending it’s a world full of city streets and candles.
I don’t know what happens inside them.
I wish I could.
I wish I did call my dreams, late in the night.
Talk endlessly, living in self-mirages.
I wish I could hear its voices, in my head.
Guiding path of wonder and illusion of what’s to come.