Live life catching a dream and hold it near,

do check your palm but don’t fear a tear.

Think any thought but don’t go with all flow,

dreams go away silently, you won’t even know.

...

In faded cages,

dreams unwoken,

most of all of those,

broken for ages.

...

Dreams dreamt young,

first verse unsung.

Still only wishes of kisses,

no glued pieces of you,

yet.

Not yet learning to forget,

dreams dreamt young.

...

Only white pages,

no stories of ages,

not living at all,

dreamers so fall.

...

Dreams dreamt young,

last bell rung.

 Too few memories of kisses,

glued missmatched pieces of you,

set.

An unsettling regret,

of dreams dreamt young,

the few you couldn’t forget.

...

Supposedly life could seem,

sweet like a dream,

hot like steam,

a redeemer of whim.

Not quite what mine’s been,

though I did have some luck

I do know, life sure can suck.

Knowing failure has chance,

dream out of your league,

 under any circumstance,

only dream big.

Z. Peperko