Lost Within A Dream. Poem by Philip Warwick

Is that my voice I'm hearing?
Again I hear it clear.
A small boy sits and listens,
I look' but I'm not there.

I'm in a dirty city,
Kicking a football about.
I take a pass from Beckham,
Then hear my mother shout.

She's sitting in my garden,
But the house is not my home.
I hear another calling voice,
But I don't know the tone.

I think they're trying to find me,
I've seen it on the news.
And then I find myself at school,
But I haven't any shoes.

I'm knocking on Bob Dylan's door,
But he won't let me in.
I ask him for an answer,
But it's blowing in the wind.

My heart starts beating faster,
As the darkness closes in.
I see a group of strangers,
Who, all look at me and grin.

I'm running for the subway,
But I'm not getting anywhere.
I start to feel I'm falling,
Then I'm sitting in a chair.

I don't know when I'll wake up,
I don't know where I've been,
I don't know if you'll find me,
Lost within a dream.