A deep blue haze, creeps over the surface
It lulls the active mind, to sleep
His exhausted body, slowly winds down
In darkness, I will sing to you, my dove
Take my hand
I’ll build a world
Pushed by the hand
To rule the world
What is going on?
Splendid, imperial, beauteous youth
I adore you
I adore your refulgent reflection
Shimmering, quivering, rippling, distorting
You fade from me
Treacherous illusions engulf my eyes
My somber subconscious is terrorized
Now I see a narcissist
The play is performed, as the director commands it
The scene is set according to the artist’s mood
The story is told, by the one who creates it
Good night big dreamer, pleasant dreams tonight
