Dreams do come true,
so don't sleep it off.
wise do turn fool,
hate sometimes show love,
and laugh may birth cry.
when truth sayeth lie,
with death bringing live,
in furs sharp like knife.
loneliness amidst crowd
find solitude when it's loud,
dance amidst thorns
whisper with horns
let light nurture darkness
even when your journey rail
is on an old slimy snail
but when you finally reach-
that sky your inner eye already flew
make sure your mouth did preach
that dreams do come true.