A Dreamers' Dilemma

The cobblestones gleam, a dull, wet grey,
Reflecting skies where shadows sway.
The air is thick, a heavy, leaden sigh,
Where tired dreams beneath the pavement lie.

A weary soul, a weary, plodding pace,
Lost in the maze of time and space.
Reality bites, a bitter, cruel sting,
A mundane song, the world it sings.

But in the night, when shadows creep,
And weary minds begin to sleep,
A wondrous realm, where dreams take flight,
A symphony of colors, bathed in light.

No chains of duty, no mundane toil,
A boundless world, a fertile soil.
Where lovers soar on wings of grace,
And laughter rings in every space.

Though waking brings the bitter sting,
Of cold hard truths, the world they bring,
The dreamer knows, a solace deep,
Where dreams remain, while others sleep.