Sometimes dreams we chase seem answered
in the blink of an eye
Tired of our lives we lead, we act impulsively
Grabbing on to today shouting “This is my dream fulfilled”, without considering the consequences
Impulsively, we act and truly, we believe we have
Our Eden…
Our Utopia…
We run hither and yon, discounting our lives
For a moment of fantasy
For a moment of bliss
For a moment of wonder
To take away the shadows of our past
To remove the pain, of the truth made plain and
The lessons learned there
We try to make our ideal come true
As we hope, yet again, we chase our dream
Only to awaken, and face the reckoning that
A dream is only a dream…
Never, a reality.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe