Pieces of Dreams

Little boy lost

In search of little boy found

You go on wondering, wandering

Stumbling, tumbling round, roundWhen will you find

Whats on the tip of your mind

An' why are you blind

To all you ever were, never were, really are, nearly areLittle boy false

In search of little boy true

Will you be ever done

Traveling, always unraveling, you, youRunning away

Could leave you farther astray

And as for fishing in streams, for pieces of dreams

Those pieces will never fit, what is the sense of it