Why only in dreams
Do we become entirely free—
Entirely free—
From the gloom
And doom of our melee?
Why only in dreams
Do we become entirely free—
Flying high in the sky
Free as we want to be?
Why can’t I dream visions
I can mold into realities
Fulling missions of the same?
If dreams be preludes
Of things to come,
Let me dream dreams
Of reality visioning
Liberty to me
When wide awake.
Here—wide awake
Among thoughts of realities
Resting on a bed of hope—
Let me dream visions
With eyes wide open;
Dreaming dreams of realities
Dreaming back to me.