The Logic Behind Dreams Poem by Martha Rivera

Dreams are easily shattered.
Easily thrown out.
Why do we dream?
Is it to give meaning to our life, or maybe it’s to make us wallow in misery.
Misery for dreams are rarely accomplished.
Dreams are endless tunnels of darkness, of which we rarely see a light.
Is it a trick from god?
Are we his little ant farm?
Truth is were quick to put blame on our lord.
Did dreams not come from god?
Did hope not come from God?
Then why is it that our dreams shatter our souls.
Surely if god made them would they not be indestructible?
Why is it god, that dreams break us?
I question the logic behind dreams simply because I have no dreams at all.