Dreams. Dreams? Dreams.
They make us who we are.
They are what makes us into
unique individuals.
While others may have
similiar goals and hopes,
its the fine details
like a porch swing
or a two syllable name
that make dreams…different;
that make us…different.
The thing about dreams
is that dreams change.
They come and go.
They adapt to other dreams
from other people
whose dreams become yours.
But what do you do
when all your dreams
have long ago faded
and the little details
become forgotten memories?
How do you know that your dream
is actually your dream
and not just what someone else wants?