I caught a dream inside a jar,
before it flew all too far.
I wondered what it was about,
but I dared not let it out.
Perhaps if I could just fall asleep,
maybe then I could take a peek—
just one, that’s all I would need,
before the dream flew out on me.
A dream can disappear at any time,
and this is why I captured mine.
Bottled it up to keep it safe and sound,
but all I did was tether it down.
There was no way for it to fly—
to soar, and to go far beyond this life.
So what was once a pleasant dream
then became a distant memory.
It was then that I opened the jar
and let my dream fly ever so far.
It seemed quite different from before;
I could tell by the way it soared.