If I was to dream of angels,
Do you think they'd dream of me?
If I hoped one day of flight,
Would one offer me it's wings?
Could I fly like Peter Pan from where I stand
Pixie dust, believe, and never land?
In Neverland, the sands of time would surely stop
Would that be the world I've sought?

If I was to dream of something special,
I'd only want it special to me.
Where each the other saw oysters,
I would see pearls with perfect flaws
Enthralled in a find, I let just be mine
Never speaking of what made in shine.

If I was to live in this world to old age,
That's silly to think or speak
Because I've had it been told, old dogs,
They aren't made for the weak.
But if I did make it, somehow statistically faked it.
I would sit out in the world and just breath.