Beyond A Dream

Among all I write and tell a tale, Its a vision I've seen before. Not with my eyes but with my soul. So I write it so that I can see it again. Not as words on a page, but there before me. Truly it can not be of possibilities that are unreal. Yet, what is impossible? And by that nothing is or will ever be. For if what is seen within a dream can become real then anything can be done. Why was I given this? And should I ignore what I did not make? For it seems those who come about from the darkness I could not see have only stood here to harm me.

Is this how I can complete all of this? Write it as its seen and let is live beyond a dream. There finally will it become what it should have always been? I shall write what I see, I shall tell this story soon. Break it free from my mind so its real within this time. For life is never long, what begins soon ends so time can never stop. So I'll write these words of mine and the characters that I see. Should they refuse to be, then I'll find another way.

So far it seems to always come from a forgotten dream. And yet a wonder why all this time I've done nothing but ponder. How the answers were not always there. For if written then there they will be for me to see. So this dreaming soul shall tell the story as it should unfold. Hopefully I do not forget the parts it told. So now this strange vision becomes real and back in isolation I will once again feel. Everything shall know its place and what is written shall never disgrace. The dream in written words I shall redeem.