My Dreams

In a dream
You can imagine
The wonderful things you could see
But my dreams
Just aren't meant to be

My dreams are when
The sky drifts in front of the clouds
When flowers sniff your nose
When innocent kills guilty

Just as my dreams
They aren't meant to be
So when rich work for poor
Brittany is mistaken for Snow White
Frogs eat rabbits

They are like my dreams
They just aren't meant to be
Me being rich
Bill Gates being poor
Eating ice cream in Alaska

These things are like my dreams
They just aren't meant to be
Halloween on Christmas
McNabb playing baseball
Martin being racist

These things just aren't meant to be
Just like my dreams