Dreams

Another sleepless night, I glance to the window and wait for the train to pass.
I close my eyes -
I squeeze them shut -
Waiting for my dreams to come.
Who knows what another night's dreams will bring.
Laughter. Fear. Clarity. Heartache.
Each night different yet always the same.

My daydreams and my nights start to blur together.
I ask myself over and over how to tell the difference.
But my dreams, they always come and they always go,
leaving me with the same burning question -
will it happen for me?

Those dreams that haunt and torment
that fill me with laughter and joy,
are those in store for me?
Will it happen for me?

Everyone says go and fight and work to achieve your dreams.
But do they really know what I want? Do I?
Some things may need to be left to chance.

Another train passes by the window.
I close my eyes -
I squeeze them shut -
Sleep starts to take hold.
My last thought before I dream on - will it happen for me?