We're going to fly to the moon
The rocket is leaving next Tuesday,
The bags are all packed, and I for one, am ready to just fly out of here
We're going to sail to the stars
Our sailboat is leaving tomorrow
the sail has been rigged, and let me tell you, it's going to be amazing
We've got stars in our eyes
A new song on playing on our lips and on somebody's banjo
We are going to drink from the milky way
Try on the rings of saturn
And eat cheese with the man on the moon
Swiss cheese
We are the dreamers
We are the starving artists of tomorrow
We're the people with the audacity to doodle on our exam pages
To write on the walls
And to yodel in the outhouse at two a.m. in the morning
We're not afraid of failure
We're not hoping for success
We're just hoping that at the end of the day there will be one person
Standing in the back of our crumbling auditorium
Clapping wildly
And saying that we did a good job
And it won't matter to us if we only imagined it all
We are the dreamers
The people who hold club meetings
Just to tell each other that we are falling in love
falling in love
falling in love
with the color cerulean
We are the dreamers
We are the midnight philosophers
Coffee mugs in hand we trudge up the stairs
Turning the lights off behind us and sighing
Thoughts of Voltaire fluttering in our minds
Taking flight and becoming more confusing and confused than confucious ever was
We are the painters, the dancers, the thespians
We are the hopers the wishers, the shall-we's
We are the dreamers
We are the poets
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
I performed this poem last night and was surprised by the myriad complements I got for it. It was lovely. I really enjoyed performing it too. *SIGH* happy buzz.
ReplyDeleteOh, I almost forgot, the way I presented it was a little different. I added a few lines to the end spontaneously:
ReplyDeletewe are dreaming the never ending dream
in which we will dance disco like the whole world isn't pointing and laughing
and rearrange the deck chairs on the Hindenberg
And stare up at the stars in the starry night sky and laugh at the man on the moon
Because we are
The dreamers.
I don't know why I added to it. probably because I felt it was incomplete or something.