My dream in the drawer
I once had a dream, so small and light,
I kept it in a box.
I kept it hidden, safe and sound,
In my drawer of socks.
This tiny dream, I had, you see,
Was mostly about me …
… who I’d be, and where I’d go,
And what I’d one day see.
At first, it was a little dream,
Until one day it grew.
And so I took it out for air,
To show my dream to you.
And then my dream, it got so big,
I had to let it out ...
I took it to the playground,
And watched it bounce about.
Then all the kids, they saw my dream,
And said, “We want one too!”
I said to them, “Ok, no probs.”
And told them what to do.
“Well, first you think of what you want.
Believe it with your heart.
To get a dream as big as mine,
This is the place to start.”
“And once it’s big enough,” I said.
“You’ve got to let it free.
To fly up high across the world,
For all the world to see.”
And at that point, my big old dream,
Which once was in a drawer …
Shook and climbed,
Took to the sky …
And soared ...
and soared ...
…and soared.
My dream in a drawer
