I remember my earliest dreams in life
Summer afternoons spent in my bedroom,
A band shirt, and black shorts, no strife
And music playing, I tried to find bloom.

I never once believed they would come true
Maybe you can say those dreams were free
Dreams were like the sound that blew.
Listening to the music, I let them to flee

But in years to come, many things would change,
More dreams began to come alive.
Visions began to rearrange
As my life developed drive

I started smoothly, rowing down life’s stream,
But I do not know where I am going in this dream