In My Dreams

In my waking 

There is some control 

Daily decisions 

Consequences collected 

Like coins in my pocket 

There is escape 

After a manner 

 Small fantasies 

Temporary reprieves 

Dressed as freedom 

But then 

There are the dreams 

Are they escape 

Or prison 

Mayhaps, a bit of both 

Personally

I have never mastered them 

Sometimes I can actually fly 

Defying gravity 

Heart pounding 

Like thunder 

Other times 

I am naked 

Exposed 

Skin prickling 

Under unseen eyes 

In my dreams 

Strengths walk 

Hand in hand 

With fears 

And neither blinks 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

August 5, 2025