Good-Bye Dreams

Dreams don't die but I'm puting mine to rest
Puting down the stress
Leaving my dreams for reality where things I feel
Where you have a problem and you have to deal
I won't do it to myself my dreams I won't kill
If I let it go then I don't have be so ill
So I put in a box left a kiss for the seal
Put it in the ocean and if it's great it would grow gills
Swim to the surface then grow feet then turn them feet to wheels
Turn the wheel into wings and come find me
Where ever I place my feet
My dreams will know where I'll be
My dreams are unique
And they were built by me for me
If I owned anything this great nothing else would make me happy
In order for me to be focus I'll put my dreams on hold
It's almost too late and I'm growing old
Not in the sense if age
Old as in ways
My dreams are getting dusty they have seen better days
So as the box hit the ocean and floats across the waves
I wave at the my dreams until we meet don't be afraid