Dreams;
With a frown I woke
Never been so frightened
My blood, my sweat
The echo of their laughter still lingers.

Never have you not envied me
The dreams only revealed more.
Crave you do,
But always what was mine.

My deserved attention you always despised,
But towards you, a clean mind I bore.
My blood wants my sweat.
Will it be my doing?

What will be will be they say
My dreams make me a seer
But not to prevent the worst.