Why Not Dream?

Why Not Dream?

Why not dream of sunny skies

of butterflies and ever after

drift away to sit on clouds

fly with doves and ride on laughter?

Why pass your days in solitude

melancholy moods or chaotic clatter

protest in angst at all the wrong

and wallow in the lonely bitter?

Why not lay on grassy meadows

without shadows, in imagination

feel the sun, in winter's cold

basking in your own mind's creation?

Why get bogged down in the mire

walk the wire, lash at life

carry signs, all resigned

back bent heavy with your strife?

Why not create, and make silly prose

tied in bows, without explaining

fantasize about how it can be

while sloughing off all complaining?

Why not eschew the status quo

and go where all is not as it seems

escape the certainty of belief

into the reality of your dreams?

All reality begins with a dream~Carolyn R. Parsons