In Dreams

In the dreams I never had
The things I never did
Came to life

For what I never smelled, tasted, felt
Or laid my fingers on
My mind conjured up a meaning
A feeling

If it were the real scent of cinnamon
Or the taste of rosemary I cared not
Or how the warmth of flesh, the weight of it
Felt upon my own

In my dreams, in my dreams
My minds visions of the things I'd never feel
Became a piece of reality

In those dreams I never dreamed
I was free, oh
So free
To be me