Magical dreams, or Reality (Smiling)

When i was a child,
i could stare at the sky and sing my heart out,
rip through the mountains with my eyes...
go further that my mouth would let me fly...

Taking my hands holding them out,
standing on the top of the steps,
wondering if i jumped would i land on my feet...

Taking my hair down riding on a bicycle,
wondering if i completely let go would it peddle on its own...
magical dreams when i was living in a reality...

Trying to stand on one foot...
wondering if i tried one toe,
could i spin and stop when i wanted to..

All these answers i wondered in the back of my head...
but the reality of it all,
i was living like i was dead...
i was an actual soul,
reaching out to the other side...
wanting to take myself for a ride...
wanting my dreams to come true when i was awake...
asking what would it take....

Come and take me away...
on to better days...
But that itself could have been happiness i felt,
because i was lifeless.
And could go anywhere awake or dreaming...
setting on the clouds and watching the wind dancing with the trees...
i was alive... through it all... i was smiling!