I often wonder at the futility of dreams
Unattainable, a wild goose chase, it seems

Yet, these dreams have power
Hiding inside them, seed of hope, that will flower
Above your cynicism and negativity, will it tower

But, is it worth the pain
Of dreaming; they going unfulfilled yet again?

I so wish, dreams came with a tap
I could switch on or off, with a snap!

They don’t; when they break, hear their screams
I often wonder at the futility of dreams

But, is it worth the pain
Setting up hopes high, like spirited rain
When they will see no daylight, yet again

Hark! Miss hope into my breast, finds her way
“Dreams do come true, dream on; your cynicism away!”