Night lights my mirror dreams,
A heart of laughing, lights the night.

Wear the tear of ending in blue,
Or hoping, pleasant and peaceful to wear.

Imagination, though changeable mysteries.
Only half-truth plights of the imagination.

Those even unwanted of dreams, you fear,
None at all, is better for the therapy of those.

Imagine being able to dream someone’s dream,
And have them tax deductible, just imagine.

Imagine a dreamiest making it possible
For a homeless person to fly to a star, imagine.

Reality shuts down or closes the doors,
Making life seem even shorter to reality.

For a child, to not have much more of,
A future to even dream, only asks what for?

Though there’s the miracles we dream and hope for,
Still a child may smile through their pain, though,

Taking back a star they would have been given,
They simply want the better dream you are taking.