Can I tell you a secret
I think some how
I stopped dreaming
And I became a realist
because suddenly
In dream land
vivd landscapes
turned into grey
I’m balancing check books
and doing taxes
And I no longer dream
of being discovered
but more building
a house one brick at a time
And I woke up
and somebody asked
me what I do with a million dollars
I said I would by house
and I if I had enough money maybe
a new —
And I caught myself
Jesus I caught myself
Being Rational to a Hypothetical Question
with no limits
And Yet I put limits
If the world was yours?
If the world was yours?
I would stay home
NO YOU SHOULDN’T
I have always been a dreamer
I have always reached
I have always had goals
bigger, and fatter then most
but that statement was simple
dreaming simple
And I thought
I need to stop
Dreams aren’t
like grade school drawings
you’re meant to color outside the lines
If you don’t reach for bigger
No doubt you’ll always get smaller
And if you stop dreaming
REAL DREAMS
real crazy
Going on tour
Fishing in Hawaii
Sailing, Hunting
space trips to the moon
Type of dreams
if you deny yourself those
Your heart won’t race
and you’ll stop going
You’ll stop hunting
And you’ll stop imagining
And you’ll become scared
of change
And fear will become you
Because as a realist
You’ll be waiting
for bad things to happen
So Dream
Big Beautiful Dreams
