Simply Dream
William Shaw
Just bubbling beneath the surface
Is a race of walking dead
Going through life devoid of purpose
Just hoping the feelling won't spread.
And many of them live among us
No one you'd expect
To some of them the prospect is endless
Because they get respect
What does that mean for you and me?
And maybe even sure that you and me
Are not part of this scheme?
And is it never really as simple as it seems?
If only things were as simple as
They appear to me in dreams?