Dreams, are they a cruel joke,
  A prelude to the disappointment
    That reality tends to impose.
Or are dreams our escape
  Our utopia of infinite optimism?
Are we a dream that's meant to be,
  Or were my hopes too high?
    ...I feel vertigo...
I wish the nocturnal glow of moonlight
  Would never compromise for a new sunrise
    Which wakes me ever so cruelly.
My dreams are so wonderful
  Because our feelings are mutual
Dreams of you and me 
  Hand in hand, under the moonlight
...the child in me welcomes the glow
  But he knows the feeling is perfect
    Too perfect...I feel vertigo.
The sunlight wakes me, sarcastically smiling 
  Reminding me that I've fallen back
    Into the grips of reality.
Where my optimism has been replaced
  By an empty feeling, the child is missing
The dream, a stark contrast
  To the reality, but I have to accept it
I have to wake up, I can't run
  I can't hide from reality for long.
But trust me when I say
  That I cherished every moment of that dream
While vertigo and reality endlessly pursue me,
  I will NOT stop dreaming...

this was originally written on June 4, 1998.

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