What have I done?

So many dreams I won't get to live in this life.

Things undone.

Things left to do.

Things that remain for another to do after I lay my mortal by

We are the sum of our thoughts.

Our vision becomes clouded by our thoughts.

Or it can be freed.

What we feel is what we see.

What we see is what we become.

So many dreams left unlived.

If they aren't lived by us

are they dead?

If we don't live them

Are we dead?

So many dreams

I won't get to live

I only wanted to know that they are real

if nothing else.

Dreams of mine lived by others

I watch from a distance

Do I feel jealousy?

Not at all.

I only needed to know they could be lived.

I only needed to know they were real.

After all they were only dreams

Not plans

The best laid plans of mice and men

are prone to go awry

But not dreams

No, not dreams

Dreams live on despite

Always ready in a moment's notice

Like a seed in the soil

Just waiting for a rain

They lay