Remembering tomorrow

If dreaming was reality
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give

This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river

From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals

Strings

Imagine jumping back in time
Going through the paces
Revisiting familiar places
But as someone else in their prime

Can our world really be full of strings
Where reality can change
Our futures can range
On so many different things

It's fun to dream
More fun to live
Knowing we can give
Direction to our steam



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Lullaby

Sing me to sleep, oh beautiful one,
Let your voice be my guide
Although just for a little while
Take me on that magical ride
To slip through streams of sweet smelling dew
And dream honeyed dreams of dancing with you
Is the best kind of sleep that can ever be had
Since awake all just consider me mad