Dreamers is a form of lyric poetry, written as a dreamer’s response (or even a monologue) to help explain the machinations of a person with grandeur visions. It’s a glimpse of the cyclical nature of highs and lows one experiences with any dream or vision once faced with the restrictions of reality. There is a tinge of irony in it all that dreamers always face. And at the end of each cycle, a question is posed - do you continue to dream?
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Often times I wonder
Why can’t I just enjoy the moment?
Why can’t I just be present?
Why do I need to dream of the future?
Why am I a dreamer?
For dreamers are tortured souls
And to this truth, I can attest.
The irony of it all, is we dream
Of beautiful visions
Filled with light
Yet we live with so much pain.
Because to envision utopia
means seeing it but almost always,
never reaching it.
In that is the torture.
We fill ourselves with too much
But we reach a certain point
where as dreamers, reality stares us back in the face
and it is nowhere near what we have envisioned.
Reality forces us to see
the darkness in the light
the desolation in hope
the pain in love.
Respite becomes fleeting
for us dreamers.
For that sense of satiation