When I was young I used to dream
\nTo will it to happen for real
\nElse a wretched miserable life forever<\/p>\n
Now that I am old I dream
\nBut reality isn’t the idea any more
\nIt’s the idea that’s important<\/p>\n
When I was young I used to believe
\nDreams must come true
\nElse it is all a waste<\/p>\n
Now that I am old I don’t dream that way
\nAll that matters is to believe again
\nIn the goodness that exists, if not around
\nSomewhere sure as heck for real<\/p>\n
For that that is hard to endure
\nI now dream to believe again
\nThat fairies exist and heaven exists<\/p>\n
When I was young I used to pen my dreams on paper
\nI would gladly seal with red ink stamp
\nUnder my hearts stiff dictator rule<\/p>\n
Now, the night I dream I dance away
\nLike a flower floating in the morning wind
\nFor lucky are those that can dream of heaven
\nWhen chaos is ambient as far as eye can see<\/p>\n
I wish I could will to dream
\nBut my friend plays the elusive game with me
\nAnd when it stops to visit
\nI hold the thought in deep embrace<\/p>\n
Lived too long and seen too much
\nI seek to forget in my dream’s refuge
\nUnshackle me, my old friend
\nI am ready, now take me away!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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