I draw the dreams inside my head
every night before I hop into bed.
Dreams I know will go far and wide,
and dreams I know that will kiss the sky.
The dreams I dream whilst still awake,
those of lost memories I wish would stay.
They’re the dreams I always look for,
the ones I find that open all the locked doors.
I can’t begin to imagine life without dreams.
They might well end up as thoughtful memories.
And as all the world lay soundly in their minds,
I so often dream of them, from time to time.
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