dreaming of love
dreaming of pain
dreaming of death
dreaming of the insane

At any moment
things could turn
Everything could change
your dreams could burn

your blood goes cold
Your friends could die
You have nowhere to live
People have lied

These things could happen
the chances are small
but it's always possible
You could still fall

Jessika Loon

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possibilities-8/