Chance

The world is full or opportunities
But my life is left to chance
I miss being young and innocent
My mind able to dance

The only time it dances
It at night when I'm asleep
It is only then things seem possible
Once I have tired of counting sheep

Only when the moon grows weak
And the sun lights up the sky
All the possibilities have slipped away
In the opening of an eye

There is a whole world out there
Millions of things to see and do
The list of things is endless
Only I never follow them through

I lay in bed and wonder
If everything is what it seems
When did it all go wrong?
When did I forget to dream?