If I could dream

I wonder why I wonder when how, what , then? I'd find a pen a pen's a head a head that works works in stead if I could dream if I could live I'd be the me who won't forgive know mistakes I wrote my aches and panes? a way met time's won't take met my old sakes the future's breaks and then I'd say know naught to day I'd disappear front and center? know wear near stones stare steers? know naught hear listens, fear