Well There Goes That Dream

Well, There Goes That Dream!

We've watched a few thousand of these whimsical dreams just fade away -
Some go down the drain, some out the door and some we don't notice which way
They went. That's what dreams seem to be made up of.
That illusive, invisible fluff of floating imagination. We are involved

In this lifetime's pastime of chasing these intangible wisps
Of creative imagination of things reached for - our rightful gift;
Somewhere about three quarters of the journey it starts to sound like a joke,
And a sense of humor does stave off the crushing joke.

There goes that dream! No, not yesterday's. This one was today's!
So, what else is new, oh hopeful one? Not much except maybe this vanishing phase
Has exhausted its limit and tomorrow may still present a reason for hope -
When vanishing dreams completely evade our frustrated grope.