| Long ago I wanted to know | |
| Why may dreams come come? | |
| Are they the reflections of our own lives? | |
| Strange blend of my imagination | |
| And my confused thoughts | |
| Through the valleys of knowledge | |
| By the long ways of wisdom | |
| In the middle of the void | |
| Alone with your own silence | |
| With your inner voice | |
| Which is the power of mind? | |
| Where's its force? | |
| Can we have it? | |
| What dark secrets does it hide? | |
| Fantasy or reality? | |
| Where is its force? | |
| You will know it someday! | |
| Is it worth to have lived | |
| To find out after all | |
| That the best hours | |
| Are those which we slept'? |