“When dreams are new realities,
and those dreams are free from oddities,
time just stops for every dream,
till it is real, or real it seems...
When we stop to dream, for a moment, my friend,
we just lose ourselves, our dreams we just lend;
the consequence of this is clear,
we are grown-up children here...
When children are forced to grow up in no time,
what’s left is for them to grow up in the mind,
to rise above everything – all else – a sky,
a fruit tree, whose fruit all the people can try...
Whenever it rains - the sky, it is crying again,
no reason, no sense, like a baby, whose diaper is stained,
yet there is one ancient truth you should now know:
right after the darkness, Dawn’s face always shows...”