Once upon a summer daydream
a young boy without much to do
I sat in dreams upon a quiet peace
wondering what shall happen soon

I imagined a house upon a hill
filled with children and many thrills
with much food to fill our plates
and many a night to stay up late

We'd grow old and calm in our ways
with never losing kind words to say
giving thanks to having more days
that we could share and humbly remain

In this dream perhaps what was lived
was a longing for what passion gives
but in the awakening one finds the fib
of what one yearned but had not did

Now upon a dreams rude awakening
comes for at least a peaceful sigh
that to had dreamed to be living
is better than to had hoped to die