Dust
March 5, 2019
If I had a bag of dream dust
I’d try to spread it around the world on a gust
I’d make clouds of splendid elegance
And finally learn how to dance
Because if I had a bag of dream dust
I’d fly to my past to make thing just
I’d sprinkle happiness on my old life
And hope to never take up that knife
Because if I had that bag of dream dust
I’d make myself a happy clutz
I’d do it because that’s all I’ve wanted to be
And it looks like now I have ran out of dream dust