To Dwell On Dreams Poem by LeeAnn Howard

Ain't everybody here a dreamer?
Trying hard while living on their knees,
Through the cold and burnin' fever
Holding on to their hollow memories.

Of all the fading good times
And the shaare of joy that's gone,
Seeking secrets in confusing rhymes
And in the light of every breaking dawn.

Crossing lines that split the time
And make difference between now and then,
Some may think is almost crime
But it's judgement of the men.

They don't understand nor care
To live the life as we dare.

Livinfg with no bounds, without schemes -
It's called dwelling on dreams.