Dream If You Must (still you must awaken)
A lifetime of advice to give that you’ve accumulated
It’s yours now to pass on to someone else
There is no genius in a simple story of truth
That is reserved for what their heart takes for itself
I say, you say, and we hear what life is about
What we record in our minds must be played back
We tell our friend what happened and how it felt
What felt lonely now feels together, there’s nothing we lack
Your depth is deeper than you know
Don’t follow where a mistake will go
The harder your life, the more you lived
No silver spoon to weaken your soul
Only the hands that dig what they did grow
We do not have to imagine things we cannot understand
There is no need for a dream to weave itself into a portrait
For as we cannot live inside a poem so too we must be honest
The life we live is what we make of it, not a dream to interpret
But to those who dream, and I am one
We reach ahead of ourselves to be pulled along
What is still out there that we can imagine?
Love and peace, and yet, I must start my own engine
Your depth is deeper than you know
Don’t follow where a mistake will go
The harder your life, the more you lived
No silver spoon to weaken your soul
Only the hands that dug what they did grow
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Dream If You Must (still you must awaken)
A lifetime of advice to give that you’ve accumulated
It’s yours now to pass on to someone else
There is no genius in a simple story of truth
That is reserved for what their heart takes for itself
I say, you say, and we hear what life is about
What we record in our minds must be played back
We tell our friend what happened and how it felt
What felt lonely now feels together, there’s nothing we lack
Your depth is deeper than you know
Don’t follow where a mistake will go
The harder your life, the more you lived
No silver spoon to weaken your soul
Only the hands that dig what they did grow
We do not have to imagine things we cannot understand
There is no need for a dream to weave itself into a portrait
For as we cannot live inside a poem so too we must be honest
The life we live is what we make of it, not a dream to interpret
But to those who dream, and I am one
We reach ahead of ourselves to be pulled along
What is still out there that we can imagine?
Love and peace, and yet, I must start my own engine
Your depth is deeper than you know
Don’t follow where a mistake will go
The harder your life, the more you lived
No silver spoon to weaken your soul
Only the hands that dug what they did grow
