My dreams and I have arranged a meet
But it didn’t happen today
For I knew they were there as they were calling to me
I was by the spinney and they were far from me
By the canal they say, that’s where we are today
Where there’s a little moon and a liner
I couldn’t get there as there’s a block at the quarry
To walk there I’d have to walk two miles around
I believe they’re a dream, so I didn’t act like a clown
I did ask if they’d come to my little place, but they didn’t answer, I feel disgraced
For thirty minutes I walked up and down, past the same old trees
Sending messages from my brain, to my dreams… silly me
Collecting acorns with my son, I am chasing dreams am I dumb?
They said they’d convince me that they were real; I only wished they would, but they haven’t come still
I will go home, give lunch to my boy , I’ll try another day perhaps – maybe then I’ll get some joy?