Was It A Dream

I wake up and find a new life set

One where I bear wealth and prosperity.

I knew I longed for it so long

Yet it feels as if I now live a song.

But through this fame and wealth I see

And feel no single ounce of sincerity.

A dream drifts by in the light of day

It guides me along and drives away.

I wake up and look behind, ahead,

I ponder widely but cannot perceive

What I seek beyond is long lost dead.

And the dream I see is yet to be.