I dream on
Like a traveller
In isolated desert searching for water
In cold winter longing for shelter
Soft wind that blew through thick woods
Watching the leaves fell onto my palm
As flock of swallows glided through the air
Singing the ballad of birds
Sweet, calm and fair
I dream on
In between the border of reality and fantasy
In between instinct and reason
Sealed ambition, confined courage
Scented hope enveloped in mind
Giving the leg another step in front
I dream on
Countless days and nights
Breathing, and hurting
How I wish to fly and keeping time
But I'm just another traveller
With nothing, without a dime
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