As a child I imagined
That we were all characters
In a giant’s dream
For only a giant’s head could hold
All the world in his mind.
I used to wonder what would happen
If he woke up, would we all die?
Or wait like waxworks to live again
On his return to sleep?

Now  as a grownup with
The same thought’s in my head
But this time all I wonder is
Can he not have a nice dream instead?
No more war or hunger and
No more pain and strife
Everyone could be happy
The whole world and his wife