Wouldn’t it be great to live a dream
Lax with no work nor duties seized
No broken promises to redeem
No million people yet unpleased

No work nor responsibility
And all the lighthearted time
To work for your dreams only
To lay and hear the wind chime

Across that pleasant grassy plain
A brilliant wind-whisked stopover
Where many dreams lie slain
Torn from the fickle mind-rover

Who contemplates in thought
Imagining, feeling time’s edges rot.

Wouldn’t it be sweet to live a dream
With a one-sided cardboard beauty
With not clearly a single visible seam
Flawless life for all the world to see

No dreams nor any future hopes
No greater light to an endless strife
No reason to climb rough-torn ropes
No obligation to live a better life.

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