i used to chase my dreams
free and wild
nothing could stop
the possibile imagination
fast
down stream
rapids would carry
live in the ride
now my dreams chase me
through the night
and in my mind
like cloaked shadows
creeping in silence
or blasting through
train wreck havoc
ride in the living
wake up
wake up
my heart pleads
with mind estranged
not to worry
retort comes
it's more real
than dreams may be
reality is not all
presumed to be
why fantasies are so
dwelling
like dreams i used to have
but now have me
my hiding place
is but temporary
light in the darkness
darkness in the light
what have you
a dwelling gives but a breath
before submerged again
under . . . beneath . . . deep
the place they say
has a bottom
free fall has yet to prove
be there a bottom
or perhaps a net
something to grasp
to hang on to
just long enough
to get that trembling sense
of where i am
or not . . . or never
will be
but for dreams
chased or chasing
that is me