I see the streets outside, and I wander
In thoughts so deep I do not wake up
Not even when we land with a jump on a runway
Do my dreams falter, they seem anew
To run like grass along the dusty landscape
Where a million years ago no greenery grew
Now the lands gleam of scenery vanquished
By all old worlds and reborn a new
And I wonder, as we drift up to the clouds
Should I jump and land in the soft cedersea
Or fly away from the decades of dreams
And with them leave a little part of me |