I Still Dream

I still dream of days where the wind was just a feeling

And the sun shone its light in sensation, not through contemplation

Where the footsteps followed one other, playing this moving game

Still, I never feel the same

I am thinking of a past with fresh perception

Before I knew there was no ultimate direction

When I let myself float freely down the stream

Oh what a beautiful dream

Such a beautiful dream

And still I hold on to the hope

That this golden rope

Will come down

So I may lift myself again

And come to way back when

But then

I look at where I've been

And know, it won't happen like it happened then