Dog Whistle Dreams

Whining like a high pitched sound,
My dreams they lurk in space unknown,
By me, they may never be found.

With tilted head I gaze around,
Desire that hides behind the tone,
Whining like a high pitched sound.

Desperate and lost my fists I pound,
A bitch who cannot find her bone,
By me they may never be found.

For I, with hopes high off the ground,
A path cannot be seen or shown,
Whining like a high pitched sound.

Search in sleep and fear I'll drown,
For dreams that can't be bought or sewn,
By me they may never be found.

An endless chase has beat me down,
With age has white in my beard grown,
Whining like a high pitched sound,
By me they may never be found.