If you would ask me about my dream, I could tell you about its face
I remember its eyes, as if it was real, I remember the curve of its face, the worry on the brow
If you would ask me about my dream, I could tell you that it is real, more real than my reality
Its as if I live my dream, and my reality is a memory. My dream has a smile, which goes from left to right, it is so wide.
My dream has a chipped tooth, one which cannot be missed. And the wide smile shows the feature more clearly.
My dream knows no boundaries, it wreaks havoc, taking everything and everyone in its stride
My dream has a happy ring to it, it is infectious and you cannot help but smile back or laugh or sing or dance.
My dream can dance. My dream loves to sing. My dream has a memory so strong that will put yours to shame.
My dream has a dream, bigger than me, bigger than you. And its the dream of the dream that will take the lead.
My dream is not mine anymore. I am awake now and the dream is locked away.