Dreaming in Place

By Cliff Lake

Dreaming in Place

 

The young man makes it a point to go by her house every day.

But when he runs into her around town, he can never find words to say.

So, he goes to a bar or a movie and dreams of touching her face,

But no matter how many places he goes, he’s just dreaming in place.

 

And his dreams take the place of his actions,

And his actions just live in his head,

And though his plans have their attractions,

He will keep on dreaming in place there instead.

 

He’s only dreaming in place,

He fears rejection and disgrace,

He’ll keep on dreaming in place.

 

I read that a cop busted a dealer in front of a store,

Dealer was locked away and replaced by three more.

Cop filled out his papers, thought he’d helped the human race,

People like poisoning themselves – that cop is dreaming in place.

 

Do his dreams take the place of reality?

Does it not get through to his head?

What is the real causality?

Are we dreaming in place and misled?

 

Is that cop just dreaming in place?

What more danger does society face?

Should he just keep on dreaming in place?

 

An election fell down and a wrong man was running the show.

The muddy lies that he’s telling us, the only truth that some get to know.

And we let him raise our taxes, while billionaires don’t with no trace,

Too many will vote in one just like him, because they like dreaming in place.

 

And we dream of a better reality,

Not the nightmare we got instead.

And unless we get a real guarantee,

We will nightmare in place ‘til we’re dead.

 

We’re all just dreaming in place,

They’ll keep us running the maze,

Because we got comfortable,

‘Cause we are dreaming in place.

 

Cliff Lake 1/27/1994

Copyright © Clifford Lake 1994

Location: Dalton, MA, USA

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