Where do dreams go when we wake?
A word, once it is spoken
Do they linger on the air?
A silent echo that no one hears
Others we know nothing about?
From some distant galaxy
That frame our lives in such a way
That we walk around in the same space
Use the same old thoughts, feelings
Marionettes, dancing to someone else’s tune
Do we shrug our shoulders?
Walk through a fog, each day the same?
Do we hope to find a secret key
To set us right to find new thoughts
They are out there, I feel them on the edge of my mind
I reach for them and they vanish like soap bubbles
With luck, I know they will return
That eureka moment that takes you away
From the dark empty side of the mind
To find your own light at last…