The Dreams Are Concentrated Poem by Pierre Rausch

When you had an unforgettable era
But you can't remember your dreams of those days
And you think back to those
Is that right?
Since your mind doesn't imagine these pictures
Of these, less creativity, less fun
Because you live through something
And just think to a part of it
Isn't there something missing?
The dreams are concentrated
I wrote Dreamland over a decade ago
And had always a darker thought of it
I can't think of this chorus inducting dreams
Even though thy lyrics propose it
It is better fit to talk of a Dreamworld
The dreams are concentrated
Sometimes the dreams are so real and present
It are these that have rather written Dreamland
Then that other way round
If both could be there for each other
That both need each other
Already knowing the rest
Becoming smaller and smaller
To carry over into the crowd
How a cheer or any noise in that case
That may alter the meaning of a chorus
And bring a deep sense in it
That it's not always easy to stick around