Only The Dream

Might it be a reality

As all the rivers lead down to the sea?

So it is my path, it seems

Up the road and down the stream

I tried to swim against the tide

Up the brook for a little while

But all the creeks in all the world

Eventually lead me to see

To be rid of it

I give it to the trees and the stones and the hills

And the children in the field

And the mystery of it

That it might not really exist

Only the dream of it

Might it be a fantasy

That I'm with you and you are here with me?

I still remember the days back then

When we were young and dreams were roaming free

And maybe I grew tired from time

The jokes got sore and my smile unarmed

Still, blood ran strong through mended hearts

Eventually leading me to see

To be rid of it

To give it to the trees and the stones and the hills

And the children in the field

And the mystery of it

That it might not really exist

Only the dream of it