Looks a little different this time.. sign up by the bend.. sun comes up the same
place.. same smells on the wind..
Bobby Boy was finding joy putting dreams to plan.. dreams roll mighty heavy.. give purpose to a man..
If I remember right there is another bend.. place where a young man’s dream is sure to find a friend..
Guess time gonna carry me down to dreaming land.. time adds to a dream.. sometimes true to man..
Tie a plan inside a man.. knots on heavy rope.. dreams cannot be chained.. dreams bring each life hope..
One in a million.. maybe trillions more.. one dream dreamed well in life.. then dreams by the score..
Follow as young follows hope.. promise of love dreamed.. young love a world of peace
.. in a master’s scheme..
Thought.. ‘they appear different.. perhaps in the passage of time they must be.. for each life the complexity of experience sometimes follows in knowledge’.. Peace Tony