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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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