In my world of dreams
   I have the freedom
      None hold the keys

So everyone can come and see
Not a forlorn monstrosity
But, in my bravest hopes,
a human bee

Not covered with the world's hundred woes
Not stained by other people's shades

Alas, this bee has a dream
Of flowers and delicate pettles
Of horizons merging with the sea

This, I call reality...
To go...out the window
And glisten..to provide...

There, I long to be,
for a bee close to me..