Deep down in my soul is an awareness
That is almost never shown.
It is full of caring and hopefullness,
Sympathy and understanding.
But in this world that surrounds me, none of that is needed,
For this is the time for space
And the place for shallow thoughts and unheard of dreams.
Dreams that never come out of that mind.
That soul, I'm sure, is filled with an awareness,
So much like my own.
And those oh so brilliant dreams are wonderful I'm sure,
But no one seems to care,
For your dreams are not as noticed
As the length of your hair
Or the style of clothes you wear.
If only those dreams were shared and coveted
As openly as the words that pass from your lips,
About the days most current gossip.
If that were true, then the world would be changed,
And we wouldn't all have to hide that awareness
That wee all seem to have,
But never care to share.
