Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
SWEET DREAMS
I guess I'll never know, what the end will be, like some that say,
It was all destined from the start.
I wonder each day, what life will bring.
And if there is no definite end.
I see no future, which points any way.
I see only a pilgrimage of pain.
I wish it could, be a different way,
Like a rainbow after a storm.
With a testament of hope at my door,
And the majesty of earth, by my side.
Oh the trill of freedom, if you can find it.
Oh the warmth of harmony, when it abounds.
And yet there are still, things unseen,
Which cleanse me from deep within.
Tomorrow would be a dream come true,
,If only magic would work. I'd snap my fingers,
And shangrila, would be outside my door.
But know one really knows,
If there is a shangrila,
Though we all really hope it exists.
And maybe with a thought,
We could be whisked away,
And we'd be there to laugh and play.
So who am I to say, It's all just a myth.
Aren't we allowed to dream.
But are dreams just for children,
Or can we fantasize.
And not compromise the serene.
I really can't say, but it seems that way.
So what's the point in it all.
Is a dream a delusion, we seek to create,
In order to deny the real truth?
And what is the meaning,
Of the things that we hate,
Are they truly the things we can't escape.
The fear of poverty rules the world,
And the examples are there to behold.
To provide a delusion,
That the end will come soon,
If we don't hurry and grab it all.
But the saints never worried about poverty,
Or lived in fear of a thing.
Nor did they compromise, on the serene,
But lived for wisdom of all things.
Wisdom is now a commodity of choice,
In a world engulfed in a search.
A search for that which profits them,
And makes them a god in their realm.
But what if god is a myth,
Like vanity, is a lie,
That conceals who and what You really are.
We're not like the saints,
Or what we want to be,
So why keep trying for the best.
It's just a delusion, which fuels the fire,
To keep you all on your toes.
And make you believe,
It will all be sweet dreams,
When you get where you really want to be.