• My dreams are lined up, upon a wall
    One by one they begin to fall
    They land with a crash
    On my head with a bash
    And I begin to feel not so tall.

    But then I remember not to despair
    For life ahead of me is many a stair
    I collect my dreams
    Stitched back at the seams
    And venture out again but with great care

    Hope has returned to the depths of my heart
    Reason to live has arrived by a cart
    I gather my wits
    Though they are in bits
    And climb up the wall, as fat as a dart.