Dreams

What are dreams made of?
Solid, rigid like a metal glove
In the next instant fluffy like puppy love
Is to be human 
To be mammalian?
Or are we alien
On our own planet
Rock solid granite
My imagination knows no bounds
Dreaming up songs to sing out loud
In this world I'm just a visitor
Bound by gravitational law like a prisoner
I'll build a robot and endow it with memory
For me it will explore new territory
He'll tell me that I'm also a machine
But how can I then dream?

Written to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKopy74weus