Field of Dreams

Life is just a field of dreams 

that I'm running past.

Chasing purpose day by day-

nothing seems to last.

Will I be a vapor?

Or even a memory?

Does it even matter?

Is this all futility?

And I said to myself

A, a, a.

And I said

Oh, oh, oh.

And I said to myself

A, a, a.

Just nonsense

Oh, oh, oh.

Laying in this field of dreams,

people racing past.

Missing every moment just

focussed on the next.

Always seeking more and more.

They'll never be content.

Bitter from years of keeping score

and then they end up dead.

And I said to myself

A, a, a.

And I said

Oh, oh, oh.

And I said to myself

A, a, a.

Just nonsense

Oh, oh, oh.

Choosing from my field of dreams

this one seemed the best.

Let it be all consuming-

fill my emptiness.

And though I give it everything

it soon loses all appeal.

Just when I thought I'd found it all,

now the search begins anew.

And I said to myself

A, a, a.

And I said

Oh, oh, oh.

And I said to myself

A, a, a.

Just nonsense

Oh, oh, oh.

Just a field of hollow dreams.

Still my chasm looms within.

Work and money don't satisfy-

futile chasing of the wind.

Life can soon be meaningless

each day becomes a test

The only way to make it count

is in another's life invest.

And He said to me,

"This is my Way.

and in it

you must follow.

You have joined a mission of

love today:

so the world

My Son may know."

A life beyond a field of dreams.