Dream

kinda cruising down drunken avenue.. with an empty bottle of
whiskey.. smiling at my dreams. You know how it is. And my dreams like
stars in the sky, and I wish upon each one of them. Loving each one of
them. Yeah if only.. my dreams could come true; and maybe they will,
maybe oneday those stars will be shining from my eyes. Oneday I will be
sowing them like seeds upon the ground, watching them grow into all
those things that mean something to my heart. The mystic in me will
flourish then, and I will hear the voice of truth. Then I'll be the
hooded man and the forests will grow. Herne will be my guide; and I
will run free. Noone will catch me then, I'll be like the wind. The
earth will be my shield, and the sky my thoughts. The spirits of my
ancestors will speak through me; and no more shall this crazy ratrace
wound my soul.
I dream of Great Spirit Magic that will be the end of you, oh crazy
ratrace; with your 9 to 5 repetitive stress injury. Your evil gorgon
stare of apathy. Your stinking poison clouds of polluted greed. Your
politics of confusion and unjust sadness. Your wars and envy and
division. You who cause people to fight against themselves. Who stir up
competition, that nobody wins. Evil Evil dark shadow of corporate
sorcery. YOU WILL DIE. For I have foreseen it in visions of love. I
have seen the people rise on clouds of empathy. I have seen the people
throw down their chains of apathy. I have seen the people grow wise in
the ways of heaven's lore. And once again they will be free. Once again
they will see and know. And you will not be able to catch them
anymore.

For I dream that love will save the day.

I dream.. I dream.. I dream.