Dreams and Fantasies Dreams are favorite wishes that we take with us to sleep And those fond desires that in our secret hearts we keep Dreams are those sweet possibilities just out of sight Thoughts, plans and schemes that may just turn out right Fantasies, however, are those silly other things Those impossibilities that lie beyond our favorite dreams Those never-can-live-up-to-it's that make us very sad Those don't-think-we-could-do-it's, and that is really bad A fantasy just can't come true, it's never like it you think Reality that bites you, when a smell turns to a stink And visions of sweet loveliness turn into nightmare hags And Cinderella's ball gown is a pile of filthy rags Her carriage is a rotting pile of smelly garden refuse The mices that were horses, are just vermin on the loose I think that we can be a team, a pair of loving friends As long as it is dreaming that we do, and that depends On whether or not you're looking for a dream or fantasy Or someone who will love you (in that case, you can have ME). Poetry