Dream Theatre
Like pictures of paintings
I try to remember my dreams
I remember, but only embers of the flame remain
To claim the blurred images of beasts
Beasts in motion, emotion on an open field roaming
A green ocean growing free of lucidity
As they walk, they leave imprints on the memory foam cushions of my brain
Each step, a biographical film based on a true story
My story
Your story
Cinema playing
On the big screen of my Dream Theatre
Each day, a grand opening
On closing night
Each night, comedy, romance, or horror
I watch, I laugh, I love, I cry
After each show,
I fight to remember my own story
It eludes me where the memories all went
What the dreams all meant
A long line of me, myself and I
Navigate the red carpet of a stop sign
No reentry
The teller tells me, but I tell the teller
Tell me
Is it no I hanging on the poster above your head?
Is it not my story being read?
Please, tell me
How am I supposed to follow my dreams
If I don't even know what they mean?
Then I hear it call
I press my ear against the great theatre wall
An imprisoned voice cries
Let me go
A reverberating echo
It say let go…
Let go
Let it go
To let it go
Is to let me go
So I strike with my fists of liberation
Upon the walls of Californication
Until the bricks crumble and fall
I notice that there are no seats or screen at all
In the middle of my Dream Theatre
There it stood
A blank canvas
A paint brush
Where I can draw
All of the shoulds, coulds and woulds in my life
In that moment, I stopped trying to remember
I began thinking beyond the present
Dreaming is not a spectator sport
You can't sit in the back seat of your goals and dreams
My dreams
My future
Future
A future business leader is not a dreamer
They’re a doer
I paint in the colors of red, white and blue
Service, education, progress
Progress
Let's make some progress
Let’s move forward together in the name of progress
Let’s keep dreaming
Let’s not stop there
Let us paint
Let us paint our dreams