Dreams

I used to have dreams... I'm out of my mind now you call me crazy like who are you to tell me that I should think more of the things I dream for as if you've seen what I've seen and can deem that my dream is lore I said I Used to have dreams but what were those dreams for? what? would they make my life mean more putting up all these see thru barriers, like screen doors running from mirrors, yet attention I fiend for money over everything but me, in my mind I hover clouds and green floors! I said I used to dream but I wouldn't speak about the things I would dream for emotions confused as thoughts, thoughts confused as emotions put in motion, doing anything by any means just to have a dream to dream for just to have the means for materials that would make me mean more despite whatever it means, as long as it means more! but reality told me to dream on so I listened and dreamed more but imagination is too abstract to lean on then my knees hit the concrete so hard that my jeans tore have you ever chased something you willing to get scrapes and bleed for? that something inspiring you to get up of the canvass and fight on like a theme song? I said I used to dream well I guess those dreams are gone now every waking moment is akin to the darkest before dawn