Dreams of Tomorrow
My brain projected images for me
All through my life
Whether in slumber or wakefulness
Images which will come to shape my every action
The projector never died
It was always aflame
Never missing a beat
To fill the world with dreams
Having dreamt these dreams A million times
I'm sure one day I won't be dreaming
A diploma on the wall
A prefix to my name forever
I’m sure i'll have my way
They span the globe forever on
And Maybe one day I can watch them
Without the subtitles on
These dreams of mine
Will sprout and grow
These dreams of mine
I chase after endlessly
These dreams of mine
Will one day no longer be dreams
And on that day, These dreams of mine
will no longer be dreams of tomorrow, but memories of yesterday
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