Tell me where all the dreams go,
When they start to fade away?
Like performing on a night show
Never turns into a day.
Do they have a secret hiding
Place that no-one knows of?
Is it where my sad mind is,
When my dreams are dying off?
Do they lie there in waiting,
Quiet in the morning haze?
Like my heart is slowly melting
Into stone. And can it raise
Me again to wishful thinking,
To the dreams that are now dead?
Now, that my hopes are sinking,
Leaving me so mutely sad.
Tell me where all the dreams go,
When they start to fade away.
Being neither friend, nor foe...
Granting torture and dismay...
10/02/2015-08/03/2015