such stuff as dreams are made

we skip along as if this precious time
was nothing more than something permanant
making little movies in our minds
that worry 'bout the future and the rent

little do we hold it seems to me
that where we are is frailty at best
that dreams are dreams no matter what we see
until our dream is at last put to rest

so why not dream the dream of worlds of good
to make our dreams the best that we can dream
filled with yes with no regrets or shoulds
without the pall of doubts or shades of seems

we are the stuff it's true that dreams are made
so let us dream loves greatness 'fore we fade