What are dreams made of

How should I put this What are dreams made of, but speckled stardust, will my future shine, even through the dusty rust, of this past that I've slowly become, sometimes I fear it's just too much So when i get low, i get high the only way i feel ill survive yet when I get high i sink even low-er when i get low, i get, high, the only way I'll survive, and when i get high i sink low-er, than i ever thought but i try to keep most of my struggles in hindsight, tryin to move forward but im blinded by the light, yet sit alone in darkness made myself my ownn harness cause other people arnt harmless, they always start shit, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, survival on earth means doin what you must, never gonna get this human experience again, so guess this is what dreams are made of