I was walking through a forest
In the dreamscapes of my sleep
Beside the tree that was nearest
A lady on her knees would weep
I asked "What is the matter?"
She replied "All men are the same,
All bad none any better
Breaking promises with no shame
Then I was walking by the beach
A boy building castles in the wet sands
Hastily he would mold each
No spade, no shovel just hands
I asked " Why the hurry?"
He replied " The tide is furious
Every now and then quickly bury
My castles built so glorious
Then I was at a crossroads
An old man stood at the middle
At his sides were swords
On his back a worn fiddle
I asked " Grandpa are you lost?"
He replied " Too long have I been gone
From the home I long the most
I've forgotten the way, now I stand alone"
Then I was staring into a mirror
But no image I could see
The absence of logic was horror
The dream into a nightmare now it be
I wish I become not like the three
Something not worse but good
Back into the dream I be
Then into a void I stood