I cry for my endless dreams.....

I often wonder, but i seem to cry
As my endless dreams do float on by
Death as innocent as a friendless dream
Only a reality that it will not succeed

I often sit thinking under my big oak tree
Pondering and questioning what I will be?
But again the dreams do float on by,
With this hazing i always cry.

I tend to look beyond the moon,
Only to find it blackening soon,
I always seem to stare in sight,
I always try with all my might.

To find a dream where I could be,
Somewhere lost, but with a way to be free.
To just open a door and see no rain.
Instead of standing in the bottomless drain.

To make it come true just what I need,
I will try to do this, even if i bleed.
But as I sit under my big oak tree,
Thinking and pondering what i will be.

but as I often wonder and i seem to cry
My endless dreams just float on by?

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