Dream is the being of a child

Growing up in this mad sight

How would you seem to understand from my side?

Dream is the being of a child

Marveling at the twinkling light

Why is it White as milk at night

With all the notorious events happening after light

Dream is the being of a child

The question arises why 1+1 is 2 and not 4.

How does it really matter, for I'm just a small little seed in the soil

What’s there far beyond the distance?

Dream is the being of a child

As I grow wiser, my dreams become clearer

Where do I begin my quest to strive?

Do I give a fuck for what is happening in and around this world?

Dream is the being of a child

For who’s the friend or foe

There’s no one as low

For this world has far too much to offer

Dream is the being of a child

From right to wrong,

From long barrel shot gun to the richly know Cuban

From an 100 year old vintage to a high paying score

Dream is the being of a child

Where there's ample of options

Leaning myself to play different roles

For which I can achieve to rise

Dream is all which is left

Going through the journey

Reality hits you (ME) right

For how much is thereto dream about ?

Where have those days gone?

Used to sit and frown

Over a small amount of shine.

Dream is all I have

Providing some room to spare

Dream is the being of a child