I dream a lot
I sit thinking about the
'could be'                                        
I wonder where I would     go
                        Why I'd want to go there
                                           Who I'd want to go with
         I spend a lot of time        thinking
Almost as much as doing            
I have these dreams  
you see      
Darkly festering          in my mind
Full of bright beauty 
Crammed                        
              in such a tight space
            There are a lot of them in there
                   Each one                  tantalizing
special                         ­     
              I cherish all the memories
                                                        ­       I have never made
                                  So much
                                                            ­  that letting them go
   Is painful
I want pretty autumn picnics            
                 With fried chicken                 and cupcakes                          
A quiet party      with board games                            
I dream of a Christmas                                
Where I am Mrs. Claus                      
My kids opening presents
I want a stolen kiss                                                        
Pres­sed up against the wall                                                             ­               
I want a garden                                                           ­                                             
With a cherry tree                                                             ­                       
So that I can stand in the petals                                                           ­                 
When they fall   in the spring                                                           ­                   
I dream     an awful lot                            
Of having someone around                    
Who is as strong   as I am          
On the inside                              
            Who loves me       fully    
      And wants to hold     me                    
I dream these dreams            
With a lonely heart                                
I've tried and I've tried          
                                                                ­           And I'll try till I'm dead                                                          
Bu­t I can never seem to make it work
They don't light my fire            
Even if they make me          simmer        
                     They never     sparked      my    imagination      
Or gave life to my dreams
These precious       waiting       memories          
Right now these dreams                are all I've got                  
And so
     I'll probably think  
about them              
             a lot.