A Pocketful of Dreams

I’ve got a pocketful of dreams And very little else What I have I give to others And keep nothing to myself I spread myself too thin And tire myself out Many times I’ve been taken for granted Of that there is no doubt Polonius in Hamlet said “To thine own self be true” Why live all your life to please others When they don’t appreciate what you do Everybody wants to live the dream But they don’t realise the cost By striving for what they can’t achieve The true meaning of life is lost People trying to outdo each other Always trying to go one better Living beyond their means Never the lender, always the debtor Material things are no good to you If there’s no food on the table People having a job for life Has now become a fable Unemployment is at an all-time high Over-crowding in high-rise flats Money wasted on the salaries Of the government fat-cats Families living in squalor Trying to make ends meet No food for the children And no shoes upon their feet I saw on the news today We're going to be paying more for our pills Soon we're going to find It’s too expensive to be ill A country on the bread-line Run by a band of stuffed shirts Determined that they’re going to hit The poor and the sick right where it hurts The rich are getting richer And the poor are staying poor Streets littered with homeless people While the upper classes live lives of grandeur The world is in an awful state Filled with war, poverty and pollution We must have a wind of change But I can’t see a solution