Dreams

Dreams begin from my window
And spread out to my lawn
From there they take shape and fly away
So much like a yawn

I gulp and try to lock them up
They laugh and set them free
I Behold and think to myself
I make them or they make me.

They were once small ,small enough to hold in palms
And now they grow by leaps and bounds
I see them push me through different worlds
New things in this sojourn i lost and found.

Yet i find myself amused all the more
Dreaming was a hobby now it is a chore
What was once a dream is fact today
Some to my liking some dismay

But one thing still annoys me
I seek dreams or they seek me??