Dreams

Dreams
Unseen, unheard
Fleeting in their warmth,
Like a whiff.

Are they goals,
Paths to walk on,
Truth to be trusted,
Faith to die for?
Or are they desire
In disguise,
Colouring the life
with their lies?

Dreams,
Dare I follow you?
Follow you I will
For how far can I run
From the truth,
Within?

*another old one