Dreams of the future
I hold in my hand
Like pebbles or stones
Or an ocean of sand
They are heavy to carry
these dreams of mine
Like breezes, they're airy
And easily flow away
Without dreams present
Hope is neither there
And without our hopes
All we have is fear
Old Teenage Poems
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dreamer-s-thoughts/
