"Dreams of Dreams"

Found this poem I wrote from just shy of 2 years ago. Just noticed I never posted it.


"What do you dream about?
Do you even have a dream?
I mean really, think clearly about what I'm asking you. Because personally...I dream too much.
I dream at random with one day having a club anthem. Banging in to your ear drums until you can't stand it like a nightmare of being a paraplegic and wake up covered in sweat, panic and frantic.
But that's a DREAM.
Maybe a pipe dream.
Or did my dream burst a pipe?
Seriously. I remember the first time I woke up soaked from thigh to thigh as my mini me...correction....BIG mini me stood high.
I was told it was a wet dream, but I hated that phrase because no water was in it. I used to think a wet dream was when I peed the bed and my dumb ass continue to lie in it. But that's the past.
I dream of a family. My own family. My success as a husband and the privilege to be a father.
I wonder...
Will the woman I'm so deeply in love with bless me with this honor? A heaven sent gift. So I can rub her belly and seal it with a kiss. Sing to my unborn seed with an angelic pitch. Yes I may be in denial with my voice, but in my head Trey Songz ain't got nothin on this!
Thats a dream... Or at least how I dream. I'm told that all dreams eventually come to a reality. Battling the effortless desire howling from my heart to keep dreaming.
So I dream on...
Now...I ask you again.
What do you dream about...."