Daintily drifting through dreams
Walls of forests, hills, and streams
Rippling lazily through me
I hear the song of drums
Boom! Boom! goes their jeering thrums
Echoing through me and them
I'm standing at the zenith
Though I'm holding the key with
Scared hands, dark eyes of home missing
I search through the crowds below
Yearning to find one fellow
Who sees that I'm a hero
Much to my disappointment
A different appointment
Occurs, when thoughts are joining
I'm sadly not the victor
But together we blister
And together be fixers
I surface from my long sleep
As my clock gives a bold beep
Knowing my dreams are our keys
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