dreaming of love
dreaming of pain
dreaming of death
dreaming of the insane
At any moment
things could turn
Everything could change
your dreams could burn
your blood goes cold
Your friends could die
You have nowhere to live
People have lied
These things could happen
the chances are small
but it's always possible
You could still fall
Jessika Loon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possibilities-8/
