Dreamer

dreamer, dreamer, spending time
you plan a thing 'till its sublime
move or be moved is the way of life
take or be taken we live with strife
dreamer, dreamer, who are you?
a crooked spyglass is your view
you hide behind your hyper pride
and lick your wounds as back you aslide
dreamer,dreamer, sitting there
in your flying rocket chair
all your plans will go astray
unless you chase them every day
dreamer, dreamer, where are you?
all your skies are blue-on-blue
your thoughts are clouds
they seem to billow fair
but all you do is sit and stare
May 1980