Life Is Not A Dream

Row, row, row your boat,
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream.
Life is but a dream.
Life is not a dream.

Someone joins me on a boat.
We paddle beside each other.
It’s a never ending cycle.
Some drift off.
Some jump off.
The water’s silent now,
but I keep rowing.

The more I row,
the harsher the water gets,
the colder the water gets.
When a storm hits,
I must keep rowing.
I cannot stop the boat,
or the strong current will take me with it.
If I let go,
if I stop rowing,
I don’t know where the current will take me.

Logs float beneath the surface.
If my boat hits one, I’ll capsize,
and all that rowing will mean nothing.

The oars are heavy.
They’re slipping from my hands.
My arms are tired.
My heart aches for release.
My boat is child sized.
My oars are made for giants.

Row, row, row your boat,
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream.