A dream is nothing but a thing
That comes and goes in time
A silly thing, a child’s dream
That is so close to mine
They dream of things like swings and string
Holding together some precious twine
Of the subtleties of simple things like a building
Standing tall and proud, containing a special shine
For a dream is nothing but a thing
That comes and goes in time
So many think these things are just a fling
That the nightmare is over. Everything is fine
But they are wrong, the angels sing
To those children whose dreams are a sign
Telling them the secrets of higher being
That is across the line
Sadly we can never see the meaning of a child’s dream of tine
For a dream is just a thing
That comes and goes in time
Soon to be forgotten when they hear the ding
Of reality, choking like a vine
Crushing their voices; silencing the angels singing
So all we hear is the pathetic whine
Of a person burning to tell of the meaning
Of all our trivial crime
The crime of believing that a child’s dreaming
Is nothing more then the wind in a chime
A meaningless thing filled with children’s playful screaming
Though the angels keep singing their song of rhyme
All things in time have a seeming
Place to shine. Though they turn to slime
Oozing out of our memories; leaving
Behind a feeling of sublime
Bliss. Only for a fleeting moment before fleeing
Leaving behind an empty shrine
Meant for things with more meaning
Such as a child’s first bike ride.
For a dream is just a thing
That comes and goes in time
We try to hold on to the glimpse of dreaming
But they can not stay this time
Life has a bigger meaning then decoding
These torturous dreams of mine
So they angels fly away carrying
The mountains we must painfully climb
In hopes that we will carry the feeling
Of peace from knowing the prime
True meaning of these ridiculous gleaming
Rays of sunshine that we find
In never knowing the clinging
Feeling of the shameful crime
Of holding onto something
That is not mine.
These visions that the angels bring
Are not meant for our greedy mind
So they must go and never swing
Back to us. Not this time