My dreams are not for sale
They are not on display
Like cheap celluloid Popsicles
With sugar coated dazzling gods...
They were shaped by love
And hope and hope of love
Of truth and beauty and the beauty of truth
Under uncharted skies
On star sprinkled dusks
Days that were so long ago
On Once Upon Times
When I still believed,
When dreams were not dreams
When anything was possible...
Now the possible is replaced by the probable
Hopes with pure statistics
And innocence has been traded with Common Sense
Because everything must make sense
Calculated.
Priced.
Accounted for.
And we have to be logical after all.
And yet
By the green of spring
I repeat
My dreams are not for sale.
They are not on display
Like cheap celluloid Popsicles
With sugar coated dazzling gods...
They were shaped by love
And hope and hope of love
Of truth and beauty and the beauty of truth
Under uncharted skies
On star sprinkled dusks
Days that were so long ago
On Once Upon Times
When I still believed,
When dreams were not dreams
When anything was possible...
Now the possible is replaced by the probable
Hopes with pure statistics
And innocence has been traded with Common Sense
Because everything must make sense
Calculated.
Priced.
Accounted for.
And we have to be logical after all.
And yet
By the green of spring
I repeat
My dreams are not for sale.
lolz,
ReplyDeleteDude, I sell dreams everyday !
Dreams more money, fun life without spouse, Total ownership of the company, more money from the cheating spouse, get out of jail free cards...etc etc..
Regardless of those dreams sometimes turn into nightmares :-)
Good :)
ReplyDeleteyou can wright well. and creative . so keep it up... your a rare breed dudet...
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for your comments!
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