My dreams are made of gla**...
Solid but can never last.
They come so very fast...
Just as quick become the past.
Science tells me dreams...
Are yearnings from deep within.
That fly gracefully thru the heart...
Like a sparrow or a wren.
Powerful beyond belief...
Stealing ambition like a thief.
When a dream shatters...
All that remains is grief.
Unlike reality...
You will dream once more.
Once sleep takes control...
And opens the core.
Of the heart and mind...
Freeing what hides deep inside.
Giving both pleasure and pain...
Like a cosmic carousal ride.