Dreams are the cookies we eat before dinner

Relentlessly chewing won't make us fuller

And certainly won't make us any thinner

Though waiting for meals is nobody's healer.

**

But oh what life without those savoured cookies

And oh what life without those precious dreams

It might leave us like Han without his Wookies,

With sacks of long lost cash with holey seams.

**

Yes, cookies, dreams, and life are but our pleasant

Reprieve while we are waiting for our dinner

Although it seems our burdens must stay present

As we wait dinner and what is within her.

**

So dinner is the effort we exert;

The burden we must bear for our dessert.