We all have dreams
Some we remember, some we forget,
Some we hold on to.

I have sensitive dreams too,
Just enough of them to make me one of us.
I dream about love, cuddles, kisses.

We all have the right to hope,
Hope that those dreams make sense,
And still hoping when they come to reality

Because we never see them come true
Loving having dreams, we often lose focus.
And the dreams we dream about, fade away.

They slip away, in front of us
Because we aren't paying attention
To those dreams which came true

We all have too many dreams,
Some are too small, some are forgotten,
Some are reality now, most are too big.