Poetry with the theme of "dream"

I am chasing the footsteps of a dream, chasing the shadow of a person. He suddenly stood in front of me, but I began to hesitate and dared not approach. It seems that I have been expecting something but I am afraid. Dream is a wonderful thing, which can interpret a person's wonderful drama. Those who have done it, those who once wanted to do it, and those who want to do it now have all changed their ways. It's a pity that no matter it's a tragedy, it's a comedy show, and only you are watching it. Maybe the dream is just a mirror, reflecting another true self, those depressed emotions, those faint desires, just looking for an exit for yourself here and an excuse for your debauchery. Maybe that's the only reason you're too tied down. The light before dawn will wake up the dream, and the hazy consciousness will gradually blame itself for always dreaming, as if the dream just now had nothing to do with you. It's hard to say whether to really blame or pretend to bury yourself. In fact, why do you say that dreams are just dreams after all? No matter how real and profound the feelings in the dream are, they will not be carried by memories, just like wrinkles when the wind blows over the water, leaving no trace after calm.