My childhood's constant companion;
You taught me to think like a champion.
When I was three
You said follow me.
I grasped your hand
following you into the land
of my sleeping mind's imagination.
Then something, like recognition
Sent you loping.
Now I'm left coping.
You are Goal's flighty cousin;
and you are Imagination's basin,
that creates the world I travel
whilst I also marvel
During sleep's most beautiful promise.
Then whispers echoes in the silence.
My heart aches with dreams forgotten
Which sends my thoughts towards rotten
and then they die as reality captures my heart
Now it seems I've lost the art
To create the tales you told me.
For Dream,
I cannot find you as the knock of
Future echoes in my head.