Chasing dreams – A poem

How freeing it is to dream.

Minds not held down by chains of doubt
Not held back by the judgement
Held within conscious thought.

Maybe our dreams are more voices in our heads than we think.
Louder than we hear,
Until we choose to listen.

There is infinite significance in those who haunt our dreams.
Those are the voices as loud as the music in my ears
That become the music if I listen.

I love how time stops when I dream.
Lost where I simply don’t mind the consequence
Of chasing what I wish for.

If only we truly listened
To the voices of our dreams.