The Dream Poem by Tyler Cooley

We might walk, we might run,
Or just stay where we are
And speak of our dreams,
How we'll make it so far
The money, the women
The mansions we'd live in
All worries a myth
Our struggles all fiction

White lights shining bright
The liquors so fine
The price not a difference
All costs, pay no mind
The height of our fashion
Coats studded in gold
Gods among men
Walk the platinum road

To rise from our place
We've held in the sands
What once was a dream
In the palms of our hands
So high on the mountain
We'll all make our stake
Where we rule until morning
Till the moment we wake