To Dream

The real meaning of our dreams.

We’ve got it all wrong,

You see,

To dream isn’t to wish,

Our minds hold to key;

 

To tell yourself a story,

Tis what we really do,

Our mind an artist,

The greatest author is you;

 

Take yourself away,

To a secret land,

A place where everything comes true,

Consumed within the dark of the nights sinking sand;

 

Of our encounters,

The thing we fear,

Tis the morning,

These wonders the day can not mirror.