Dreaming

Dreaming of you.

Last night I had a dream and it was you.
But as the day grows old, I do too.
Far more unlike that dream will come true.
And as the night creeps closer, I forget what once I knew.

I long to sleep again so I may dream.
Dreaming forever on a similar them.
I would then be happy, it would seem.
But the sand-man is ill tempered and mean.

Have you ever had a strong urge to cry?
Just because you know you can not fly.
I will often ask, "Why am I?"
Why can't I live under a different sky?

We could be happy, you and I.
Living underneath our different sky.
And although it's a small slice of the pie.
We would never again forget how to fly!