I can sit on my chair all day only,
Just stirring my ideas in my head,
Watch the clouds canapy over my head,
And the bird flutter by,
I can dream of who I can become,
And who I will meet,
But, these dreams don't get me anywherem,
Yes, I can dream,
But, would I be acting,
Would I be making any difference,
Sleep is like a death,
THese dreams contain influnce for knowledge,
but they are close to life