A Pocketful of Dreams
I have a pocket Full of dreams
that, I carry wherever I go
I wonder what dreams I'll dream tonight
for I never seem to know
I closed my eyes to drift asleep
as I reached in for a dream
I grabbed one tight within my hand
then, flying became the theme
Now, I'm in a dream and flying
and, this feeling of flight is grand
I have no wings to fly at all
Yet, my feet lift off the land
I used my mind to fly around
such freedom I can feel
For, deep down in my heart I know
that flying can't be real
I woke with the dream of flying
And yet, it's never as it seems
But, I know I'll dream this dream again
from my pocketful of dreams
Copyright © Roger Horsch | Year Posted 2013
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