Warmer than blood
Where we drift and call it dreaming
We can weep and call it singing. Iron & Wine.
Now, I'm old and going grey
It's surely time to put dreams away.
Really! That surprises me..
I'd have thought
That as I've nought to lose,
And really do not mind, at all,
If I'm called a fool.
I'll stick with dreams;
So thanks, but
Immediately, and without delay,
Let me dream
If only for this one final day..