In our minds begins the root,
of all that is now real.
For long ago it started off,
with just a simple wheel.
In our dreams we wished to fly,
high up in the air.
And in our minds we found a way,
to put ourselves up there.
All we have within our lives,
did start within a dream.
So all the things we see at night,
may not be what they seem.
For it could be within the dark,
that things now live the dream.
And it could be within our minds,
that dreams have now redeem.
All the things that crawl and walk,
deep within the night.
And all the things that hide away,
from the morning light.
By Tom Clark