I will carry my dreams
wherever they take me
for I know not where they go
in my desire for an unplanned flee

My dreams seem immortal
as they taunt and scold
Yet laughter’s breath is not far away
as I shiver in the sunless cold

All those tragic heroes
rendered useless by fate
send to me a message
that opens heaven’s gate

Life seems futile
I, like a finless salmon
swimming hopelessly upstream
leading to famine

The fields of dreams so dreary
like the shadowy moors
and spine-chilling shriek of wolves
that only fantasy endures

They keep coming back
as if I will never hold there say
but now I join them
with the woolgathers of the day