I find myself pondering,
Way too often it seems,

About the state of the union,
And lots of other useless things.

Like unicorns and rainbows,
Fairies and dragon heart-strings,

Foreign cars; and the cost of gasoline.
Summer time and sunscreen,

I find myself questioning,
Much too often everything,

Nature and art, and beauty;
And lots of other useless things.

Sometimes when dreamers dream,
They think of fantastical things,

Like love and hot air balloons,
Or fish that can sing.

They lead us down pathways,
To nowhere at all,

To fantastical places,
To dreams within dreams.

Where I go when I wander,
Over bubbling brooks,

Past dragons and lemonade stands,
Way too often it seems,

That I meet fellow travellers
And we think we’re a team,

That the lands where we roam
Could be ours to own.

What silly imaginings!
What fanatical reveries!

Far from home we went,
And lots of other useless things.