In my dream
I am everything you want me to be,And somehow that seems right,
To not be fettered by reality
But instead be the figment
Of someone else's imagination.
And I, some kind of changeling,
Chained to solid earth
By feet and heart of stone,
Am liberated to unseen heights
By the transforming power
That fantasy can hold.
And yet how can it be
That I do this not for myself
But for some other who has yet to come
And thus in every moment
Within the dream
I live a lie.
