The Dreamer

creativity

Dreaming is for the weak-hearted
Dreaming is for the wary
Dreaming is for the curious
Dreaming is for the bold
Dreaming is for the artists
Dreaming is for the creative
Dreaming is for the home-sick
Dreaming is for the hopeful
Dreaming is for the indolent
Dreaming is for the wild
Dreaming is for the lovers
Dreaming is for anybody who’s ever made a wish
Dreaming is an escape
Dreaming is for the telescopic

If I was somebody
Would you be there
If you knew who I was
Would you care
Would you think
“who is that lovely star”
How can I reach when it is so far.

If I was high
Would you be by my side
Would you hope
Someday I’d fall down

Would you wish
I was shorter
So that you could reach me
Would you jump so high
Until you could see me
Would you think about ways
To make sure I don’t stay
Just for me to be someone like you

Every morning
She watches the door
Waiting for her boy at war
To her unknown discontent
He’s been dead since he was sent

Just when he came
When he reappeared
He disappears And she’s reduced to tears

I feel watched

I rarely feel watched

but today I did

As I stared ahead

I knew I wasn't the only one

I knew I couldn't be the only one

I was feeling followed

which isn't so bad at all

when it's you who I see out of the corner of my eye