We are dreams in the mirrors of our minds ,
Where all the strange ones are the kinds .
No one can tell our stories .
No one can feel our glories unfold .
Behold the mystery of our race ;
The etchings of time mocks the pace .
In our years ; in our fears
And in our mortal tears :
We are dreams in the mirrors of our minds .
A day or more can reveal the score
But change will never stand still .
In our years and in our fears ;
Our past : we shall never **** .
The future comes to show it's brawn ,
While in the present , the game's playing on .
And when , in the end , our final light shines ;
We are just dreams in the mirrors of our minds .
From . ' The HodgePodge Assumptions '.
by sparX Kuijper © 1983