Dreams

Are we always living a dream,
With random thoughts flowing in a constant stream?

What is it we wish to achieve,
While the desires of our heart we clearly deceive?

Why do we tread paths already trodden,
With fears in our mind deeply sodden?

With the ability to explore all that is unknown,
Is it the fear of discovering oneself, alone?

Every thought cannot be random,
Nor every dream unreal,

For if this is how things remain,
Life will be but an ordeal.