I think all day and I write all night
I wake up and sing
I write down things I can remember
I go back to sleep

If I could make one memory last

It would not be of the past
But of the present dreams of yesterday
and the way my mind tells me stories to help me sleep
I awaken and write them down
Half of Me is a writer
and I am the Poet of dreams

When the morning comes
I will be refreshed with a new story
to add to my list
of dreams

I will no longer wish the bad days away
I shall simply sleep them into tomorrow
I will deal with the dealt
I will think the thought
I will make the made
Because I am the Poet of Dreams

This silly little bruise will be healed tonight
When im at the altar or when im sky diving
I can go to outerspace
I will probably meet my Nana there
We're past due for another date