post mortem

i think dreams serve better out of reality
they lose their purpose, become estranged to hope
once they have manifested themselves in today's soil.
now everything is here and nothing as well
no mirages left, all dry land and no water
what are the stars when you have reached them?
what is the moon but a rock stuck in gravity's pull?

it is better to keep dreams in the heart,
sometimes they stay sweeter then.