My dreams are filled with all and everything

from the silent movies, to those who sing.

My dreams are filled with love and hate.

They are filled with time and tide and things that can’t wait.

My dreams are filled with fighting and wars.

They are filled with people who asked the question “What is life for?”

My dreams are filled with things that can, and can’t be seen.

They are filled with things that were, things that are, and things that are yet to be.