i sing of tales from a distant land that reminds me of today as a distant dream..

a dream to belong, a dream to beware, a dream to dream of a dream that was yesterday..

if life were a song yet to be sung,

what would you sing?

a song of six pence with a swollen heart?

or a song to twist the sinews of the hart?

a life to be lived or a life to be gained?

a life to be pondered, a life to be spent?

a life is after all a dream to be dream t.

the dreams of a yesteryear, the dreams of today?

the dreams of a million, or the dreams of a simpleton?

dreams are but dews of a paradise of which we have been long denied.