Where do daydreams go
When they don`t come true,
Do they stay close to our heart
To regenerate anew? .
Or are they swept away
On the cool evening air
Where they all meet together
And each secret try to share? .
Or do they just float
Aimlessly about
Not listening to a word we say
Even if we shout? .
I would like to think mine were busy
Wherever they might be,
I`ve had so many go astray
That could have been a help to me.
Perhaps I will forgive them
And go along my merry way
I have a feeling another daydream
Is visiting today.