My dreams come
In different shapes.
And different sizes.
In different colors.
And different disguises.

My dreams come
Sporadically.
Inconsistently.
Without rhyme.
Without reason.
Random.

My dreams come
When I wake.
When I sleep.
In the day.
In the night.
When I read.
And when I write.

My dreams come.
And my dreams go.
But in my heart
I know,
My future is my own.