Perfect Dreams.

Unpublished Works, © 2006, BillyPauleyJr.*

Perfect Dreams.

He’s not unstable,
Not dangerous,
He’s just a fable,
Of perfect love,
In his mind,
It has to be,
But love is blind,
In reality,

O’, he can tell you about perfect dreams,
About perfect life and perfect love,
And how it seems,
But he can’t tell you what makes it so,
‘Cos in his life and in his love,
He’s never known,

His writing breathes,
Into your soul,
But he can’t read,
The truth he’s told,
He cannot label,
Right and wrong,
He’s just unable,
Outside his song,

O’, he can tell you about perfect dreams,
About perfect life and perfect love,
And how it seems,
But he can’t tell you what makes it so,
‘Cos in his life and in his love,
He’s never known,

He’s not unreal,
But yet it seems,
He cannot feel,
His perfect dreams,
His soul is dry,
Like desert rain,
No tears to cry,
Inside his pain,

O’, he can tell you about perfect dreams,
About perfect life and perfect love,
And how it seems,
But he can’t tell you what makes it so,
‘Cos in his life and in his love,
He’s never known,

Yes, he can tell you of perfect dreams,
The way it truly ought to be,
But what he is, is not what he seems,
He’s far from perfect,
He’s more like me,

O’, he’s far from perfect,
He’s only me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.