My future stays in my dreams
Like an unborn flowering seed
Everything nowhere now seems
Harder from here to read
Time goes on days passes by
Nothing is anywhere going
There is a dimension in the sky
With the air of a circle flowing
Ride on to my dreams once more
What you shall know is within
There is the day’s opeining door
Everything from your self to win
Playing fields of instances to live
Anything that is really you
Coming there and to the future give
Seeing through the haze of the new
Powers to be are there born
Filling the emptiness of a day
That is here old and worn
Give you the playgrounds to play
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