A dream stands by a river side, Looking into a blissful tide For an eternal ride, But before it... Words of wisdom spoken by the tide Ready for an everlasting voyage, Throw all your garbage And be ready for burning, Like me; I grasp the heat of the sun Causing all my vanity to burn. I take all creative pain And make divine rain Which, cooling the arid earth, Slakes her eternal thirst, Then she remains my worth Worth...like a noble thought in the mind of a merciful king Or divine songs which nightingales sing
For soothing wounded souls. For reward I was freed from the foul Before being one with the sea I traveled like a bee Bee..! Who, in search of honey, Suddenly finds the truth So... you, who are subjective Must become objective Either taking the form of a flower And blossoming in the heart of nature Or becoming a love shower To satiate a heart full of pain Now, dream thinks...! Before I start my journey Let me do certain things: Let me serve humanity, Let me open the doors And tighten the hinges.