A man who spends most of his life on the road has a lot to dream about, and my brother Michael dreams more than most.
I Ask Myself
I ask myself
Of what shall I dream tonight
Something fine, I hope
Something wondrous
Something impossible
Were I the Master
In charge of it all
A wand would I wave
Or perhaps a magical stick
Warming the place
Where people stand cold
Inspiring the bigot
To rethink his thoughts
Vanquishing darkness
In favor of light
Granting pain and despair
Their permanent adieu
But alas
I’m no one so powerful
Only one who dreams
Of better angels
Of what might I dream tonight?
Something wondrous or impossible?
Something fine, I hope…..
Something splendid and good
Of
What
Shall I
Dream tonight?
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