DAYDREAMS

By Billy Lythgoe

Sometimes, you say, when you dream in the daytime

you’re watching the world from a hot-air balloon.

Streams hurry down from a snow-capped mountain.

A sitar is singing its echoing tune.

On some days you dream that no-one must choose

to die on their feet or live on their knees;

of homes for the homeless, food for the hungry,

no weapons, no wars and no refugees.

You take a break, drink a coffee and dream

of saving the planet before it’s too late;

of seeing your grandchildren grow up to know

a future filled with hope, not hate.

When it’s quiet you find lost American dreams

as if Roosevelt were whispering in your ear:

freedom of speech, freedom of worship,

freedom from want, freedom from fear.

When you hear the old song you try to Imagine –

it’s not always easy but sometimes you can –

all the people sharing all the world,

peace, a brotherhood of man.

When the sun shines down from a cloudless sky

you dream of a world filled with warmth and light.

Yeah.

Right.

But what keeps you awake in the night?

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