Where do dreams go?
On the morn I wake
Do they forsake me?
My nighttime reveries
Lost to a place where we can’t go
A place no man can find
Not with science nor with mind
As we grow they seem to fade
Our summertime lusts for sweet lemonade
And for our castles and our keeps
Our knights with lances and our heaps
Of golden treasures and palisades
Where do they go?
I used to believe my dreams were mine
Kept someplace down deep inside
But if not where?
To some corner of my mind
A place I most desperately need to find
At last the darkest hours come
I will find my way back home.
I found where dreams go.
-CMG 51712
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