The Running of the Dream

It would be nice to have and to hold

It would be, O it would be

The dream of the world

Reachable as it appears

As it appears around every corner

Turning and running the dream

Out of reach from the wrinkled hand of reality

Forever and ever till it runs

Slipping away into the midst of the sea

O and it would be

As it were stuck in the mind

Feel the dream

Imagine it, grasping it

Turning and running

Quick enough, slow enough

The brick wall holds for now

Heavenly magical dreams

The dream rises and builds

And how it would be

To have and to hold

The running of the dream

As it breathes its way around the corner

A nightmare would be easier

Just enough holds in

Taunting, teasing

Reachable as it appears

The red

It runs and it moves

O only to stay

Knot, knot

O not

No power to the hands

No power to hold

Dream to run

Catch it