I carry my dreams in my pocket,
And never let them go…
Just so nobody questions them,
I don’t let them show.
They are always in my pocket,
And whenever I get a chance,
I pull a dream and color it well,
To make it alive and dance.
My dreams rise like bubbles,
Once they are filled with life!
They fill me up with lots of love,
& there is no pain or strife.
I make sure I hang tight to them,
So they don’t disappear!
Dreams are pretty naughty,
You got to keep them near.
I also carry a notepad,
To write down my new dreams,
Life is short and dreams are not,
At least that’s how it seems!
I pat on…. my little dreams,
Every now and then,
And that’s how …they get bigger!
And stronger …from within!
I steal time …from everyday life,
and that’s how… I ensure,
that I live… for my own dreams,
Not anyone else’s for sure.
I make a face at others’ dreams,
When they are just…. sitting there,
With no one to… explore them,
And no one to… really care.
My dreams are a happy family,
They sing and dance and grow, 🙂
I love my dreams, they love me too,
Don’t know who loves the other more!