Monday, August 15, 2011


Sometimes life seems to be a dream
And dreams happen when I sleep
There are so few rules in dreamland to follow
Car doors have been songs with broken locks
Fish with bright ties and white shirts give talks
Now - how can anything that silly seem real
I realize that dreams are measured against life
With many rigid rules that don't all make sense

If life itself is a dream, how is it that we walk on it
Why do we see it, feel it, touch it, hear it, taste it
And recognize it through other ancient senses too
Like up and down and time and where our soul needs to go
These rules and these things make life seem real enough

When life ceases to love its dreams
A solid door blocks our way to freedom
And dreams that drew us open-eyed through sleep
Become fantasies of frustration - blind in gardens of truth
Dreams must laugh at us with mystery as we dig for understanding
With strong commitment while using use the short spade of a human mind

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