As the sun comes up and the words fall out, I watch their mouths move, they’re sounds I doubt. The engagers persist as a breeze passes by, I wonder if there are smells in the sky. Do my thoughts escape my wandering mind? The fields of dreams intertwined. I often wonder, Do great ideas come to all? If we let them heed their call. Do I miss what’s meant to be, If all I see’s what’s in front of me? In time I find myself alone, My thoughts and dreams I keep on loan. The sun creeps down and sails away. I’ll never know what they had to say.