Oh dreams, sweet dreams

Please get thee hence

Plague me not with desire.

Though my life plain 

And days mundane, 

I Needn't be inspired.

I'm plenty happy,

             Can't you see?

                  I hope not to be moved,

     Though through my once stagnant waters,

                    Dreams,

     Now flow the hopes of you.

I once galloped in my indecision,

Gloried while in vain,

But now where once lived happy nothings

Lies an emptiness of pain.

Oh life that once had seemed worth living,

Dreams have spoiled you,

And if this all brings new beginnings,

May the new be free of you.

-Victor Tinsdale