The Dreamer's Debt

I have forgotten what it is like to dream.
Have not you?
Dreams are make believe And I must say,
We are not meant to touch them.

It comes at no price they say,
Yet it cost you more dearly each day.
For pennies are worthless to dreams,
Why take items and fortunes and things?

Dreams do not cost you your wealth,
They cost you your soul and your hope as well.
Every dream is a bit of a man's poor soul,
And to think if that dream failed to come true.

Why, he would be crushed, no?
He would give up, no?

I have forgotten how to dream,
In fear of being that man.
The man with broken dreams, a broken heart,
And soul being eaten dream by dream.