My mind is full of thoughts
Thoughts, like honeybees buzzing through their nest
They're flying around, without any rest.
My mind is full of dreams
Dreams that seem impossibly unobtainable
But does that stop me from dreaming the undreamable?
My mind is wandering
Curious about what is the unknown
And the things that are shown.
If all of this is true,
The bees wander in their dreams
And the real world is ripping at its seams.