To Dream

When I breathe, I like to think it's what keeps me
alive as I sleep, so I can dream. And perhaps when
I awake, I'll thank this sleep and I'll think that
this dream is what I now believe.

But sometimes I forget to dream and I wonder if I
had forgotten to live or had forgotten to sleep.
I doubt that what I know is more important than
what could be.

Everything matters when we're awake.
But almost anything can happen tomorrow.