Dreams

One, two, three, four

little sheep frolic above my head.

As my cheek touches the soft cold pillow

I drift into my soul's dimention

where a pirtureque landscape immerges before my very eyes

I see the past.

I see the present.

I see the future.

On a journy I go where my soul only knows

She shows me things that are hard to believe

She shows me people I've known a lifetime ago

I see you. 

I see me.

I see us.

In this dimention our dreams come alive 

We change the world 

And now I know what to do

But it is true what they say

All good things cannot stay,

for reality leaks into the atmosphere

First a trickle 

then a roar

Slowly I open my eyes and remember

I saw the past. 

I saw the present.

I saw the future.

We changed the world

And now there's much to do