Dreams

Everyone has a dream,
Which floats with the moonbeam.
They are surrounded by the stars.
Forever together they are.

The dream is like a fresh breeze.
It doesn't make you freeze.
It gives you a whole new view.
It gives your life a brand new rue.

The dream starts from a single thought,
Like a lot of  fluff, in a punch caught.
The dream it's light and transitory,
Just like the taste of a strawberry.

We have to make them real as fast as we can,
Because, trust me, they can become a man.
The dreams are the result of the endless creativity,
But don't get to far from the sad reality.