last night I had the same old dream again: everything was coming to an end; the trees were all trembling and smoke filled the air and you looked so frightened but I didn‘t care and when I did my last breath I still wondered what they were making such a fuss about. I heard thunder rolling and screams of despair and all hell broke loose; I still didn‘t care
and now that I‘m awake again and breathing and realize that all is still alive, despite all this beauty, whatever I do I silently wish for that dream to come true