A Beautiful Dream
Waking up from a beautiful dream
Is never a light, ephemeral scene,
But extends itself in body and mind,
Following at heart while staying behind.
The illusion itself, so lovely and true;
Expected on hope though curiously new.
Never a thought as to what could be real;
Ignoring the past if only to feel
A beautiful dream. But can it be so?
There's so much to love, and little to know.
But that's never the way it's worked before!
It's always a path from desire to war.
A hint of reflection, a creeping normality
And all of a sudden you're back in reality.
Thankful at first for a beautiful gift;
Emerging in shock from the terrible shift.
A return of remembrance of all that exists
Brings malaise in the doubt that the dream can persist.
Left in subtle longing and deep despondency
For what never was, and what never will be.
Is never a light, ephemeral scene,
But extends itself in body and mind,
Following at heart while staying behind.
The illusion itself, so lovely and true;
Expected on hope though curiously new.
Never a thought as to what could be real;
Ignoring the past if only to feel
A beautiful dream. But can it be so?
There's so much to love, and little to know.
But that's never the way it's worked before!
It's always a path from desire to war.
A hint of reflection, a creeping normality
And all of a sudden you're back in reality.
Thankful at first for a beautiful gift;
Emerging in shock from the terrible shift.
A return of remembrance of all that exists
Brings malaise in the doubt that the dream can persist.
Left in subtle longing and deep despondency
For what never was, and what never will be.