The Dream


I\'m wandering lonely as a cloud 


my eyes even though grounded 


I am floating


at least in my mind I am


moving slowly over ground 


a bird’s eye view 


of what could have been


a bird’s eye view 


of the life I had always dreamed 


and as I wander lonely as a cloud 


I reflect on all that has been 


and all that will be 


and I am not scared 


I am not


because I know


what is meant to be, will be


I believe in that


I believe in...


the dream.