I close my eyes and open wide the vision in me,
A Queen on her throne,
With robes woven with silk from her dreams.
The shooting stars had been kind.
The wishes I mumbled where heard from afar.
Many are the things I want
Greedy some may call me
But for a Queen these are but trifle things
For a commoner it's unbearable
To even entertain this thought of wanting more
For does their station permit such fleeting thoughts.
Of which purpose is but to ignite the mind
And push man on a fruitless journey of woes.
But Queen or not
A human can wish for more than they have.
For reality is a bitter pill
But a pill nonetheless to be taken.
Right on time
As the physician prescribes
For it sustains the taker.
For dreams can't fill empty stomachs
Dreams can't quench thirst.
Wishes are wishes
The romantic mind will wish
The pragmatic one will eat and drink.
Oh such a cynic you are!
I can already hear you say.
But a Queen wrapped in her robe of dreams
Has but nightmares to fear.
So I stand by my thoughts.
That wishes are not,
The key to the dreams I wear.
I must face reality
With the heart deep inside of me
Yearning for the magic from the stars.