Dream young man, dream
It is not wrong.
Dream of flashy desires;
Classy women and high self-esteem.
But burn your youthful fire
With the fuel of your fresh valour.

Dream young man, but not without labour
Dream of the good, good things in life
And follow up with great strives.
But if after a while you do not get them
Then it is your personal problem.

It is funny to have fun
All sort of fun under the moon and the sun
But when you are done
When your youth is gone
Fun begins to sound no longer like fun.

Run now young man, run
Run after a trade or degree
Now that your blood and thoughts can agree.
But if you go on wasting your youthful bubbles
Then you are in for great trouble.

Lose your focus on earthly slavery
And place it on celestial mastery.
These canal craves
Are but a drive to eternal grave.
Look at the earth and heavens so divine


Fear and marvel at the one  
Who put everything in line.

There is great light when this is done  
But if you did not know this much
Then you need some biblical touch.
Wake up and get to work
Now that the day is still young
And your might equally as strong.

Pick up your ***** and pitch fork.
Begin unearth every precious stuff
You dream so much of.

Once the day begins to grow old
Your might might find it hard to hold
But if you choose to laze in your bed
Then you are as good as dead.