These dreams

Can't believe, no, I don't want to believe that I am here again
Same bed same room and same broken dreams

These dreams sit on the shelf daring to fly whenever the chance permits only to crash on the floor cover bent and pages torn

These dreams have been replaced by others more tangible more within reach more easily controlled not bending to the whims of men

Only fluttering like butterfly wings these dreams can't fly

Not alone

These dreams are you
You dream of me These dreams that can never come true

Why not pick up a different book begin to build on that this one is beat up 

These dreams you know so well will always be on the shelf 
If you only leave them there