If you’ve ever tried to force a dream to pop inside your head
You’ll know it never works as you lay down in your bed
There’s something kinda strange that makes choosing kinda tough
Most all dreams have a body type I call the mini puff
When looking from the outside you may say all dreams look like a twin
The only way to know what’s what is to freely let dreams in
My advice is to just sit back and let the puffs float in and go
Lie down somewhere and sleep, let your dreams forever flow
You won’t remember all of them but they’ll remember you
When the Dream puffs up full of thoughts and wonders and leaves to go renew
Sometimes we wake up just before the Dream gets out and have a crazy story to share.
About something ridiculous, like a yellow brick road a lion a tiger and a bear.