The Truth About Daydreams
Sometimes I daydream
Of a world that’s pretend
And mends all the emotions
That seem to never end
These daydreams
That won’t stop
Seem to flop through my mind
As I sit here confined
By the words that are too kind
One to another
And back again
Innocent through
That run through my head
Sometimes it’s a honeysuckle breeze
Or an artic freeze
Other times it’s the lullabies
Of a new moon
Or a birds swoon in June
I dream when I can
Eyes open or closed
And I force lovely images
To create a world of my own
But whatever it is
It is but a daydream
And the truth of a daydream
Is that it is all
But a daydream
