Dreams..Mostly just that..Dreams
Endless fragments of our past~
Tiny little bits of lots of things
Flashing pieces of memories that last~
A little bit one could say like a computer
We think we clean it up so fine~
But there is everything we have ever done
Still deeply somewhere in our mind~
There is never any problems
If we do our mental house keeping true~
And we are simply good souls upon earth
We have no worries always through~
One can only dream of past and future
As in the present we are asleep~
And future dreams are ever so rare
Little bits of past sometimes they slowly peep~
Tiny smallest slices of every thing
All get mixed up in our minds as one dream~
And thus produce a whole production
Of often some far out distant scene~
If ever one it has been said
Has a dream that causes alarm to us~
We are simply to tell another that we love
And there goes all the fuss~
If by chance a future dream does come
And you know it to be just that~
Then when you wake you write it all down
As it will disappear slowly of the fact~
Very rarely future dreams can be an indication
Of things that might just be one day~
But if this happens you go to those that know
And they if real will show the way~
But almost all of the time in life
Dreams are only smallest fragments of the past~
All getting mixed up ever much so
These slices of our memories that last~
All becoming a oneness over night in our minds
And thus then are born our dreams~
Being just that only endless smallest memories
Placed into one production regardless how it seems~