Dreamers

Dreams in slow motion, Dancing in the lead; Have you lost control... Of the long planted seed? Growing out of refuge... The flowers in your mind; Will you draw me a picture... Of all that is undefined? Draw them curtained; Masked in the finest drape, For reality needs not... To find an escape; But to see truth... Behind these wall flowers; Reveal to us... The power of all powers... For dreams bare nothing, But hopes unknown; While man seeks greatness, To be written in stone. In a day of souls for sale, May you dream me perfection? I have not a single hope, Scaled in every direction... Please rest young dreamer, For we are all the same... Tied to a faction, Behind dreams that never came. For your drawings mean nothing; When we're all blind... A sad proclamation... But it's how we're designed. This is but a moment, In the poor dreamer's brain. So don't forget the ending, As we're inching down the drain. Draw me a picture... Telling our future's tale; And he threw me a dollar, Screaming our future's for sale... Before I knew it he’d left; Running away screaming in his depart. Who would’ve thought... That a dreamer’s dreams could tear ‘em apart? Beep... Beep... Beep... And my eyes, I’ve just opened... Shutting off the stupid alarm clock, Realizing the dream that just happened... The reality of it all... Trying to put two and two together; An idea by which to relate, And changed my mind forever... That we could all be dreamers, Caught up in our own dream; Subject to our curtains, But never as we seem.