Beyond Dreams
By John Herlihy

I ask for nothing more than a simple life,
A life to call my own without undue strife.
To achieve a simple life is easier said than done;
We dream of impossibilities that offer no real fun.
Mind you, dreams are important and have their role;
When our dreams burst, then regret takes its toll.
There must be something beyond the reach of dreams,
A thing more comforting than the lies our dreams seem.
What about a horizon beyond which dreams don’t matter;
Slip over the edge and like paint our dreams just splatter.
Who needs the likes of a dream if they never come true ;
Dreams just play with us anyway, like a mischievous shrew.
I would sell my dreams cheap; hell, I would give them away,
Like colored confetti blown into the wind, they hold no sway.
Let me close my eyes and peer into the darkness within;
My dreams I have forsaken, just like the wages of sin.
I reach out blind to realize someone has taken my hand,
Leading me beyond dreams into a reality close at hand.