It really is horrifying to awaken

to the realism of your adulthood.

To watch the news and read the papers

only to be told that the dreamers and heroes

of you childhood

have left this world for a better one.

Or none at all?

Or perhaps they pass out of this plane of existence

knowing that in some way,

their death signals the rebirth of another dreamer?

But if that is the case,

then what use is the dreamer?

To dream,

only to dream?

When then, does the dreamer awaken?