The Dream1 min 648 1 min 648
I was climbing the skyscraper, trying to reach my dreams
It was not rosy, nor was it smooth as cream,
There were boulders, steps, rocks and tree,
What seemed so free, became impossible for me...
As I reached the top, there she was waiting,
Showing me the realm, as if she were citing;
As I touched one dream, she split into another,
”Jump over,” she said, it is time to be with the other.