The dream is not dead
It lives in the souls of all men and women
Sunlight cascades through our minds
In a reality sharper than the keenest knife
Deeper than our meaner ways of life
Listen to the beat within
Sing along with all melodies
Tap the happiness existing there
Dream the dream to make it more than real.

Make the dream real, live the dream
Be the dream as the dream becomes clear.
The dream where brother loves brother
Sister loves sister,
All live in the dream forever
Hold hands with your neighbours
Love them as you love yourself
Let go of the festering self
Compress the ego into the smallest box
You can imagine
bury it in the compost of history.

The dream is not dead
So long as you live, so will the dream
Make the classic art picture
Paint your next dream
Become a theatre of joy
Be as happy as a sandboy
Learn the lessons freely
That lie within each and every dream,
Remember who you are and why.