There was a boy who followed his dreams
Up a mountain and thru a stream
No matter the distance no matter the means;
Everywhere it went this boy followed his dreams.

There was a boy who followed his dreams
They ran and they hid- or so it seemed
From a little boy till he turned eighteen
There was a boy who followed his dreams

There was a boy who followed his dreams
Till it switched directions and couldn’t be seen
He sat and he cried- his hands on his knees
Wondering why does he chase his dreams?

There was a boy who followed his dreams
But they always left him lost and without a thing
So the next time they ran and he did not follow
This little boy’s dreams began to hollow
As time grows slowly but also fast
The boy lost his dreams and left them in the past

But with these dreams what comes of these?
Do dreams disappear?
Or do dreams just dream?