It is possible for there to be no dream
Far out, impossible and too rigid to climb is how it may seem

Full of danger, and only for the brave
The things that you dream become the memories that you save

Not a "what if" but a "when and what time"
Would be the only questions to ever come to mind

Giving up would not exist
More things would be scratched off a bucket list

If only perseverance was more than just a word
These dreams that we have wouldn't be considered absurd

They wouldn't mean anything
For a mistress to a wife

But all those complex visions we see
Would be the adventures of life