dreams

dreams are just dreams i guess.
they're like feathers.
they're as light as them.
they fly away with a little blow of air.
you try to catch them,
you try to keep them,
you try to treasure them.
you think you have it,
that it's secure.
but a moment later it's gone.
nothing lasts forever.
everything withers away with time.
you've got to sieze the moment to behold the moment.
and i'm gonna just keep on dreaming.