Fishing in a sea of thoughts
I caught a dream slipping away
Trashing wildly about, because
it didn't want to be found.
It had swum the depths of feelings
and wasn't ready to be reeled in.
The obscurity, sadnesses, darkness
was its playground.
The light above was too bright,
sunshine made everything so clear
That was the dream's fear.
What it wanted,
was not any more near.
Lost in the mazes of time,
it was a dream catcher's find.