A DREAMERS DREAM

A DREAMERS DREAM
BY WILSON VESSELY

ALAS, I SIT ALONG SIDE THE EDGE,
LOOKING AT THE FAR AWAY GROUND,
WONDERING WHO IS LOOKING,
BUT I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BE FOUND,
FOR HERE IN MY DREAMS, THERE IS NO FEAR,
IN MY DREAMS, I COULD LEAP OFF OF HERE,
AND FLY WITH THE EAGLES, AND THE 747S,
I COULD FLY ALL THE WAY TO HEAVEN,
OR IF I DIDN’T LEAP,
I COULD TAKE A BUS TO A BUSY STREET,
WALK AND TALK, TAKE IN THE SOUNDS,
STILL NOT WORRYING WHO IS AROUND,
FOR IN MY DREAMS, THERE ARE NO WORRIES,
IN MY DREAMS, THERE IS NO HURRY,
FOR COFFEE, OR BOOKS, OR SCHOOL OR WORK,
IN A DREAMERS DREAM, AN END WILL NOT LURK.