Dreams

Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Why are they here?

Our mind moulds thoughts
From a mystical clay,
Developed from events
Unique to each day.

Where do they come from?

They haunt us in the night
And we can't run away.
They surprise us in the morning
And wish they would stay.

Where do they go?

With dreams we remember
There is an element of truth.
Their outworking is awesome
As we watch events moved.

Why are they here?

They come from within.
And they go back there.
Our deep inner thoughts they share.