Fragments of our Imagination

Are my memories at all correct?
Was my vision so ever blurred?
That I once talked so incoherently, I seemed a slur?
Is my retention so utterly wrong?
That a period of life, I believe to have been crying,
I only was sighing.

Have my fragments of sparse memories,
Turned into haunting nightmares,
That never once existed,
Have the multitudes of poems, and stories I've written,
Only been about a tortured brain,
But nothing true,
Nothing sane.
Are my hopes and admirations,
Nothing my false dreams,
Because I've been told 1,000 times how it's impossible,
Unable to be seen.

Well tell me now, Broken Memory of mine,
Answer me Yes or No?
Is there a difference between a dreamer and a listener?
Yes.
A Dreamer doesn't always fallow the guidelines.