Things are not always as they seem.
Especially when you’re inside a dream.
Time is like a river time is like a stream.
As it travels down on the moonbeam.
I know that my dreams will always show.
The direction the river is going to flow.
And it’s because of this I’ll always know.
I can never be lost no matter where I go.
I can see all the world and still be blind.
I can see all the universe and never find.
What’s in my head what’s in my mind.
But I’ll see them in my dreams as they unwind.
But the river is always moving down.
The mountain we are living around.
If I listen I can hear the sound.
If I’m not careful then I’ll surely drown.
Liam Hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inside-a-dream-3/
