Our dreams are not who we are.
They are the hopes of our imagination.
They are a false comfort that prevents us from finding the truth.
They are deceptions of our mind and ego.
They are a drug to ease the pain of self discovery.
They are a carrot on a stick beyond the donkey's nose.
If by chance we do achieve them.
They are soon followed by dissatisfaction.
They are a temporary fix to prevent us from dealing with our inner self.