Chapter 3 - What become of dreams?

Every day I space out
And every night I sleep
And every time I wonder
What are theese dreams

Are they things that you simply want
Or perhaps memories that come back to taunt
Why do we see them? Do they mean the end
Perhaps they are massages from old pals and friends

Is there a creator are they just there to be
Perhaps they mean nothing for people like me
I do not know the answers but yet I feel close
To the answers I yearn for like their under my nose
I don't know the answers but I'll tell you this
Their some of wonder and feeling of bliss
I don't know if theese "dreams" will ever end
But I hope them and I could be really good friends

I wonder if truth lies behind theese things
But time will tell if they are allies or fiends
There are times I think we are still dreaming
That theese still are just thoughts a flowing and streaming
And we will experience the wonders and joy
Of something we wish for like a brand new toy

Dreams are of nothing that we understand
But still we yearn to be in the band
Where we are the dreams and they are us
So it's like we're riding a magical bus

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