| As I gaze through the trees, I feel the cool breeze. I try to look as far as I can. Sometimes I think I see different lands. I think of what I could be on these different lands. I could be a great writer or I could be in a rock band. There are many different possibilities, Most of them are not realities. I can see myself in the middle of the ocean Or I can see myself as a witch making a potion. |
| Eyes of A Dreamer |