Night of Dream

Night of dream, you are not afraid. You are a wild kaleidescope of my life. Yesterday suggesting the motions of tomorrow, and in the memories in the darkness. In the morning at the wake up, that's when decision begins. That's when the fear arises. And there is the journey from the power and the certainty to the questioning and the conclusion. And in the day, the reality is born, within a dream that was embraced and expressed, and in crazy sanity, the knives are out, for the unacceptable, the originality, the nerve of the dream. The question persists though: Should I forsake my dream for the sake of acceptable reality and ease in communication? Oh let me have the nerve of my dream. Let my consciousnesses merge, Let them be truth.