If only we could put our dreams on tape,
And capture all the things we love or hate,
We would then know more about ourselves,
From videos upon the shelf.
For when the mind relaxes,
The body it collapses,
The inner self takes over,
Your mind becomes a rover.
Because our brain is cut in two,
The dream world is on the other side of you,
Yet it seems we’re out in space,
Far away from the human race.
You’re all unwound and ready to go,
Your brain is in a constant flow,
The hours they go by quickly,
Before you know it morning is nigh.
Dreams you sometimes remember,
Others only become an ember,
With forgotten dreams just chuck them out,
With ones remembered give a shout.
They may come true one day,
Then you’ll know more,
About life’s flow.