The Dreamer

It is said that it couldn't work any way else But by means of a heard mentality There are the sheep and there is the shepherd The subversive grazing on banality How tragic it is that the shaping begins in a box before we've a say How daring it is for the dreamer to climb outside the box to see his own way Here's to the dreamer who chases it down Never giving in to mainstream Here's to the dreamer with eyes as oars Never giving in to upstream Here's to the dreamer who forges the steel Never giving in to the grain Here's to the dreamer who walks in all weather Never giving in to the rain Here's to the dreamer here's to the dreamer never to dream in vain Why does the sun always shine on Main Street's big box garish parade Suffocating the boutique with the unique individual lost there in the shade Is it a question of character or oppressive rule That we humans need to be led Our comfort zone surely pre constructed With just another weave of the pattern in the thread How tragic it is that the shaping begins in a box before we've a say How daring it is for the dreamer to climb outside the box to see his own way