Sweet Dreams Part 1

Cold nights in darkness In darkness I lay Tossing and turning Waiting for the day My mind is sleepless Never stopping to rest My mind won't have sleep As a regular guest I walked in bright forests On an old beaten trail When out of nowhere Out walked a snail "Well, good day sir. My name is Chance." I must be sleeping Or in some sweet trance Me and this snail walked Down that old beaten trail When we stumbled upon A quiet green vale With no path down No path to descend Mr. Chance left me He was no good friend I climbed down great rocks Small ledges and crags When out of thin air Appeared a man in rags "Hello dear boy, quite a climb, is it not?" Am I dreaming? Or maybe I'm shot This old man was odd Not a normal old man He was quite muscular With a dark olive tan His name was Grandpa Not a grandpa of mine He told me I'd make it And that I'd do fine I must be wigging Or at least I am ill Or maybe, just maybe I took a great spill This dream is too great For it to be real I think I like it I hope I don't heal So where was I? Talking to the old man When I reached the bottom He giggled and ran I followed his footsteps Along a cool bright stream When suddenly I was Ejected from my dream Morning has come Too early I'd say I'd like to dream more But my dream cannot stay -kp-