In My Dreams
The colors fall like snow,
All around my star-struck face.
Where I am? I’ll never know,
It’s a different human race.
All the people have violet eyes,
And they all have a calming expression.
No one there ever cries,
There’s simply no signs of depression.
In my dreams that are unique.
My mind will just go wild.
Not like fancy shirts that are so chic,
But like things I saw as a child.
Like volcanoes, bursting with colorful confetti,
Like guns, shooting out a paper “bang”
Making money out of spaghetti,
Even the most beautiful song I ever sang.
Yes, my dreams may not be real,
And yes, my dreams may not come true.
But there’s none of my dreams you can steal.
I don’t have the same dreams as you!
(2012)
