What will be my dreams like?
When I close my eyes tonight.
Will they be painted with the colours,
that I have never seen before.
Or will they be as bland as the reality;
that I have to face everyday.
Whatever they may be, this I know,
surely they will not stay with me.
With the early rays of the morning sun.
They leave me behind and fly away,
whether I bid goodbye to them or not.