Hope is fleeting
Especially in dreams.
They come, they go.
Sometimes never to come again.
What causes us to dream?
Or wake?
Especially when the dream is nicer.
Little babies dream like us.
Maybe even the same dreams.
They must,
Because they smile while asleep.
While reading consider two depths to this poem. Dream, as a sleeping dream and dreams as being our desires and aspirations (daydreams).
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