To the king of dreams: I’ve lost my dreams

I before you appeal
Because my dreams have disappeared
They are not around
They are nowhere to be found
I’ve lost my dreams

The things that kept me going
The things that kept on my conscious annoying
The things that kept on me teasing
Are missing
I’ve lost my dreams

I’ve got nothing to accomplish
I’ve got nothing to nourish
I’ve got nothing to flourish
I’ve got nothing to cherish
Because,
I’ve lost my dreams

Without a dream
I’ll never find of life the cream
Without a dream
I’ll never see of a light the beam
But only candlelight
Every night
I’ve lost my dreams

Without a goal
I’ll always be in a Poor’s gaol
Without a goal
There’s no reason for me to the earth roam
Without to settle, a score
There’s no hope
I’ve lost my goals,
My dreams

Without a dream
There’s no reason for me to live
Without a goal
There’s no reason for me to jive
But there’s a reason for me to dive
Into the land
Of the dead
I’ve lost my dreams

Welliam Shezispeare

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