Wild Are The Dreamers

Wild are the dreams

Of the young and restless dreamers

Who sleep on endless streams –

That takes them far off yonder

Under the bridge of nays –

 Through the gates of believers

They gape at summer days

On the endless tongue of pleaser

Now that they are appeased

Living in an eyes closed world

They can finally see the stars

They can at last be the pearls –

In their own Shell of life

Worth more than they can afford

Wild are the dreamers

Who believe in what they dream for