Dreams

My mind chases my ambitions and dreams.

But these dreams do not dream of me being prince charming,

These dreams do not see me as a great ruler, a ballad being sung in my name, and me vanquishing all evil.

These dreams do not seem lucid, for they are real.

My dreams sing stories of my curious and creative mind,

Of horrors unknown, of rhymes untold, of love withheld.

My dreams picture reality so truly, that the waves that bring knowledge wash me away into their abyss

With the bedrock still invisible. Just infinite water.

I know that the rocks are never visible, and they never will be.

But I have been given the gift to utilize the vast waters as per my free will.

And the water shall tell my tales to the lands far yonder.