Precious little droplets of time 
leaving these hands of mine

I wonder

What will I come to find
when I leave this place behind?

My dreams

A quiet stream of pearls passing my mind
 forever am I slave to its subconcious grind

Captive

In a future not yet by my eyes seen
yet it holds such alluring sheen

Moving

To a future with no space between
you, me and our common dream