I lay my dreams on the table
Like a clocking call, I waited,
Dream deferred and dreams achieved,
A feeling that differs, not all will feel.
A story of when, not more than words of pen,
a living tree exhale more life than dead.
Give me time to lay the vision in my sleep,
Like my huntsman, I can’t escape from it,
But it’s the driving force of my will to live,
I hope you lead me to where I can gain speed.