What would it be like; to just pluck dreams from the air?

Shape them, mould them, bind them,

Wrap them into parcels

To be loosed into the world.

Vivid bright colours; whirling and dancing,

Imagined images for every individual,

Pure, unadulterated, untouched.

A box of wonders, a packet of thought.

Let your eyes fall closed; escape with us all,

Playing through darkness unseeing,

Projecting into conciousness,

Lay back, and dream of a better world.