In the future, I see;

A glorious thing;

The sweet little dream in my head;

 

When I think to myself;

About what I want;

I can hear it whisper to me;

 

Sweet melodies that sing;

Capturing my mind;

Begging my ears to dance with them;

 

Then I think to myself;

About what I want;

I can feel it pulling on me;

 

Simple, delicate touch;

Radiating warmth;

Pushing me into the embrace;

 

Then I think to myself;

About what I want;

I can smell it there, tempting me;

 

All the sweet memories;

Hanging in the air;

Inviting me to remember;

 

Then I think to myself;

About what I want;

I can taste it kiss my lips;

 

This delicious blessing;

Coming from the sent;

Fulfilling my palate’s desires;

 

Then I think to myself;

About what I have;

I can see it in front of me;

 

My glorious dreaming;

All before my eyes;

Glistening, lovely and true;

 

When the dream comes to be;

Future to present;

Simple realization is had;

 

Dreams can be nothing more;

Than what we make them;

When we bring them to cherished life;

 

Then we can know for sure;

That life is awesome;

When we make everything so;

 

Don’t let anyone choose;

Except your own self;

How your happiness is forever;

 

Because everything;

Is awesome, if;

You let it all become your dream.