I said, "Everybody's got to have a dream"

She said, "Dream?"

She spat it out, stomped it down

Said, "I don't think that I should hang around

Any man who believes in dreams."

I said, "What you got against dreams?"

And she said nothing.

I said "What you got against dreams?"

And she said, "I don't like lies or false things,

And what else is a dream?"

She said, "Like there sure are a lot of insurance salesman in my neighborhood. Is that what they dreamed they were going to be? Insurance salesmen in my neighborhood? When they were little boys, were they lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, late in the evening, dreaming about being insurance salesmen in my neighborhood? What a dream!"

I said, "I'll tell you about a dream. A dream is a real, a true, an honest thing. We're all out here cast about, like waves in the sea, we're trying to figure it out. But we're lost. Like children in the darkness. We are lost and we're afraid, trying to find our way, like children in the darkness. But then, in the dark, in the distance, you behold a Spark. And you watch it as it glows. And you hold it in your arms and it explodes. It explodes and lights the night up like the day. And takes my fear away. And I am not afraid. I am not afraid when I see my Spark. I am not afraid! And you see what I mean is that: They call this Spark a dream."