How soon today is yesterday
and tomorrow is today.
It seems that nothing's fixed in life
and soon all fades away.

What ails us now and causes pain
will soon be transient too,
and fall back way into the past
as everything must do

We cannot stop the march of time
Nor halt the ride we're on.
There's barely time to look around
before what's ‘now' is gone

In dreams we live a life unchained,
where time can't hold us bound.
Reality irrelevant.
truth often can confound

Yet when we sleep the images
we see behind closed eyes,
seem sensible and very real,
we try to memorise

Retelling what we might have dreamt
sounds ludicrous and trite,
but in our minds we understand
and welcome back each night