That dream is yours,
and this one is mine.
We're dreaming
all the time.
In there I see you,
beaming through
green and blue.
As we go we go toward you.
For what are we and who are you
and how's anybody to know?
Still, some things we don't catch,
we never do.
It goes on and on.
-
How far
and how long.
I feel that pull, so strong.
Wrote your name
in the sand,
hundreds of feet long.
I write it on and on.
Only going
to the mountain top,
I want so bad to know
what's there to be got.
And what's my name,
and what's my place,
Where do I
belong?