Pitch dark, the eyes are shut,
you have your own world.
A place where all's possible, but
only as long as you lie blissfully curled.

A Porsche, 360mph, freeways.
You just won the Nobel,
a paper proving intersection of parallel rays,
and a Grammy for the best music as well.

A 90th minute winner, a free-kick;
chilly weather, Alaska, Aurora Borealis;
life is a big holiday, Mauritius, beach;
your own room, paint it, in mauve or peach.

I want to be a pilot,
Lo! behold, you are in the cockpit,
Yikes! A two headed monster beside you? Tut tut,
move on. I don't want to see this shit.

'Dreams come true', or do they?
Or is it what people just say?
Why on earth will they ever,
you never did a thing about them anyway!

Dream on, dream big.
Set targets, achieve goals, don't stagnate.
Dig, dig more. Within yourself, just dig.
Why should you leave everything to fate?

Make your own dreams my boy,
feel the energy and the rush in achieving them.
They aren't for the night god to toy,
let them be signed with your name.

These are the dreams that matter,
which can change you, your career,
Dream on, keep dreaming, they are yours to make,
just be sure you do this when awake.