To Dream Poem by R. C. Welford

What is a man to do if his dreams are at war?
If that which he loves, will kill that which he adores?
He cannot choose, for fear of losing the lot,
So he must wait, and break his heart for the shot,
To keep one or other, and to save not his head,
But the space behind his chest. to burn his bed,
Or his bottle? and yet I say he cannot choose,
But by loving he has already lit the fuse.
The clockwork of his dreams, that timepiece is ticking,
The fire's started, the pendulum is swinging,
And the man, his life, it will come crashing inwards,
And with it everything that was ever on the cards.
So I ask again, what to do if dreams are at war?
What can you do if both dreams, you are fighting for?