The Dreamer: Don't Give It Up

The Dreamer

They call me a dreamer

Sitting high on a cloud-

A wishful thinker

Who just won't come down.

They beg and they plead

That I fall to my knees

And accept that my dreams

Are nothing but fleas

In my head, tearing and gnawing my sense,

My reason and meaning.

This green Earth,

To me, it's a paradise

A world of maybes and

What I know could be.

But rather than dream

And work on our joys

We forget our work for

Everyone else's ploys.

Whatever you'd like, you can say

But from the way I see it,

The world isn't awful unless

We make it that way.

Well I'm not coming down

Because from where I'm sitting

It's just another beautiful day.

And you know what?

I think we're doing okay.

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