183. A Dream Inside A Jar

I caught a dream inside a jar,

before it flew all too far.

I wondered what it was about,

but I dared not let it out.

Perhaps if I could just fall asleep,

maybe then I could take a peek.

Just one, that’s all I would need,

before the dream flew out on me.

A dream can disappear at any time,

and this is why I captured mine.

Bottled it up to keep it safe and sound,

but all I did was tether it down.

There was no way for it to fly;

to soar, and to go far beyond this life.

So what was once a pleasant dream

then became a distant memory. 

It was then that I opened the jar,

and let my dream fly ever so far.

It seemed quite different from before.

I could tell by the way it soared.

Once a dream trapped inside me,

I’d let it out so that it would fly free.

and, perhaps, for all the world to see.

Now, wouldn’t that be a pleasant dream?