I can't bear to dream
for each time I reach out
feeling as my fingers brush the clouds
believing for a moment that I am free
It crushes me when my heart
is driven into the ground
because men were not made
to have their heads in the clouds
thats why we don't have wings.
each attempt at dreams is futile.
and yet we try and try again
what is it that makes us so resistant
to listening to our bodies scream
as we continue to cause them pain
What is it that makes us fall in love
or hate another so strongly
that it begins to consume us.
Is this what dreams were meant to be and do?
Or simply what humans have turned it into?