What happens when the dream I’ve kept alive
starts to have a been-there-done-that feel—
not to me, maybe, but I'm afraid I’ll drive
my friends away with too much longing—
me, geriatric orphan child wandering in the snow?
The problem is, the dream I’ve kept alive
is my own dream (the dream best worth having,
as far as I'm concerned). I’m an old
imbiber, but I always drive
the car. And I work nine-to-five (or maybe
two afternoons a week) so I'm not down-at-heel.
What happens when the dream I’ve kept alive
turns out to be just me talking and you listening?
If that happens, can I keep my reel
spinning and let the river drive?
I’ll be able to save the dream,
because the Lord Jesus saved my soul.
What happens when the dream I’ve kept alive
is no one’s dream but mine? Please! You drive!
