At some point, maybe we accept the dream has become a nightmare

We tell ourselves the reality is better

We convince ourselves it’s better than we never dream at all

But the strongest of us, the most determined of us

We hold on to the dream

Or we find ourselves face to the fresh dream we never considered

We awake to find ourselves against all along, feeling hopeful

And if we are lucky, we realize

 The face of everything, and the face of life

The true dream, is being able to dream at all