- by Luke Putz
When I was young, I learned to dream,
And wish for things not as they seem,
I'd often go and think of life
As pure and perfect, without strife.
But as I grew, I came to sense
That life does not give recompense.
Instead it takes and does whate'er
It wants without a thought of "fair."
I thought I learned to give them up,
Ignore my dreams, and take life's cup,
But life still had a card to play
And changed my viewpoint from that day.
For now I know that dreams come true,
For in my dreams they're nightmares too.
