A Girl Named Reality

Dreams are desires stirring in our sub-concious

--or concious-- mind.

Hope, then, results from dreaming's courtship of reality.

And expectation occurs when she agrees to a date,

and they meet face to face.

By default, our desires and reality don't match.

But every so often the earth spins on it's axis,

It aligns with the stars and the timing is accurate,

For birds to take flight and then meet in the air

--in the great, blue sky-- where they just happen to

Cross paths for a moment,

And stare into each other's eyes.

For just a moment, in a whimsical cosplay,

That seems too good to be true,

I actually believe I can fly.

But I wake from my sleep with caramel in my hair,

A sweet nighttime comfort, but a morning despair.

When the fun house mirror shatters,

And your cell phone filter's are gone,

You are stuck in the reality of realities rejection

of dreams.

Where it's dark and scary,

And you're not sure if anyone is there

--or will be there-- to comfort you and hold your hand.

In these moments there lies the secret to life,

To walk forward in darkness

And remember the Truth,

That for God, even reality's a sham,

And He is more real

Than the fantasy person

I made "reality" out to be anyway.