You're hopes and fears are multiplyin'
clinging to them like a dandelion
clasping the seeds of hope
because now that is all you got
tying them up with your fearful rope
the earth dumped you in a dump and left you distraught
no longer absorbing nutrients, you get absorbed in your mind
daydreaming about happier thoughts that only leave you blind
because if you could see outside yourself it'd be revealed
that all is what you make it including your field
and that the dump is entirely your own  
but maybe if you let those seeds of hope fly
and let them be sown
you might get in a reply
is a field that is over grown
with fulfilled hopes, ever satifyin'  
and that dump is now a white canvas
of thousands of heads of the dandelion