A billion Dreams

a billion dreams

you know how the night sky
holds billions of stars
burning and shining
whenever it’s dark?

well, what if I told you
it’s not as it seems?
that they’re actually billions
and billions of dreams

and each, every night
when you climb into bed
the dreams that you have
all float out of your head

up past the trees
and then up through the clouds
up to the night
without making a sound

they meet with the moon
and get ready to shine
finding their place
in the indigo sky

and that’s where they watch from
that’s where they wait
until it’s their moment
their time and their place

some stars are tiny
and some stars are huge
see, if the star’s big
then the dream must be too

the irony though
is that when we are small
our dreams are the greatest
and wildest of all

then as we get bigger
our dreams start to shrink
our stars begin fading
as we overthink

and there may be times
you forget how to dream
when your mind is busy
and struggles to sleep

and if that does happen
just look to the sky
look at those stars
that are all standing by

and search for the dreams
all belonging to you
just biding their time
until they can come true

then blow them a wish
and climb up into bed
pull up the covers
and lay down your head

then close your eyes tightly
and promise this
never stop dreaming
and always dream BIG

Illusion

I’ve come to the conclusion

That the whole world is an illusion.

What is the deal?

The script written in our minds,

All the wonders you will find,

Perhaps none of it’s real.

The ground, the sky, the entire world,

It all seems like a massive swirl.

The trees, the sun, rivers, and grass,

The glimmering stream,

It was only a dream,

Even that bird who you just saw pass.

The people, bustling about the streets,

Only in your dreams do you truly meet.

Who is this person that you call friend?

They too , do not exist,

It does seem odd to think like this.

I wonder if the imagination has an end.

In front of our eyes is the landscape,

But only in our heads does it actually take shape.

The mind is strange

The world, just a figment of our imagination,

Simply a neurological creation,

But nothing will ever change

An illusion, the world may be,

But that does not mean you have to stop the discovery.