But that's all I got
Some days are a little tough
Other days, quite alot.
I dream about soft days
Of pastel sunrise and golden light
Of pots of tea on the stove
Books and a desk where I write.
I dream of quiet moments
Where I'm simply all alone
I walk in the forest
Listening to nature's tone.
Though I said I wouldn't daydream
Because it distracted me so
These kind of dreamy thoughts
Are the best I'll ever know.
And if I think about them often
They surely will come true
Because these dreamy things
Are moments I wish for too.
Other kinds of daydreams
Have been locked away
I no longer need them
Forever kept at bay.
So for now I'll keep on
Dreaming of those little pleasures
And hope that one day
They'll be my real life treasures.
