We share our hopes our minds our dreams
Along with all such things that dwell inbetween
Sit on benches in twilight evening
Relaxed in life, seeking, gleaning,
Many things but mostly dreaming
As around the chaos swirls
Visions of cafes, park life, elegant ladies, boys and girls
All manner of life so often seen
But is it real? Or just another dream within a dream?
I close my eyes and drift away embracing sleep
End the day.