I now close my eyes just to dream some more. To dream of things that will not ever be. I allow no one through my bedroom door To see things only Dreamers ever see! The cloud of white like children walking near Comes forth to my mind like winner of race, In this world there is nothing I now fear For we are equal- now all have a place! I see a thousand trees lined holding strong Just like the snow in Arctic rain storms i knew. Where race does not equate to "right" or "wrong" And angels dance in misty morning dew Like butterflies. One thousand butterflies Jumping to the beat of four violins Like children do. Where innocence espies To be divine and cast off fear from sin. I see expansive rivers, little streams And people bathing in lands of honey. Where there is just enough, so to meet your means And people laugh for no reason "jus funny" Then I wake up up to a thousand sinners And me a sinner. Taking with my hand(s). People want to win and be the "winners" And facist life and chaos rules the land. I could go back to sleeping, and just sleep. But i'll always wake, I know what I've seen. I'll make a choice and break this phlegm ragged heap. A dreamer fails... if all he does is dream!!!