dreamer

I’m running as fast as I can,
and my legs grow oh so weary,

from this race I run to nowhere,
with no finish line in sight.

My needle’s below empty,
as I run on nothing but fumes.

And what is life about?
At times I thought I knew,

but now, I really wonder,
if the dreams of a dreamer,
could ever come true?

There was a time
I thought I saw them,
right before my eyes,

but for now, I can only question,
their validity, and just wonder why.

My dreams are no more,
but then no less,
as anybodies are.

And if I don’t reach for them,
I’ll never reach my star.

They say that up there,
one does twinkle,
for you and one for I,

And I think I saw my twinkle,
the one I put into your eye.

Tell me I was dreaming,
in the ways I looked at you,

and tell me sometimes, just maybe,
a dreamers dream could come true.