I fell into a distant dream,
one that I knew very well.
I’d dreamt it every night,
and thought it every day.
And sometimes I couldn’t tell
if it was real or fake.
I didn’t ask myself, though,
because it made me feel alive.
And I didn’t want to know—
that feeling, that smile—
I wanted it to last for a while.
Though I knew it would fly far,
far away—away from my heart—
one day, or at least it’d try.
And I’d catch it with mine,
I’d fly faster than I ever have,
and hopefully, just maybe,
I’d finally catch my dream,
and it would become reality.