Book of Dreams

Theres a place in my mind where i keep my book of dreams
Not long ago I opened it for what could be seen
It had thousands of pages, it was three feet thick
And each page was colorful, glossy and slick
Each page contained pin-ups and centerfolds
I went thru the whole thing don't you know!

I thought "This is'nt right, theres something wrong!"
Where are the really important things that belong?
Like Family and principles and peace and love
The true things that dreams are really made of?
I thought" I can't really be so empty and shallow!
Cause inside I'm really a deep family type fellow!"

Being very much troubled, I closed the cover
And only then did I really discover
"Well hell! no wonder!" I thought with glee
I'm in the wrong book! This ones my fantasy's!

Mysticwolf

15 Sept 2002

CHALLENGE

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