All I'd love is just to sleep
And find that dreamy paradise
Dream a dreamer's dream or two
With every moment emphasized
But there's music in my head
And a train of thought that's ever rolling,
But the engine's never dead
I gather what information I can
That comes from memory lane
But the past is the past, and I know this,
The future's not the same
And I'll stand alone till the end of my days
A king in my own mind
A peasant though, in all the rest of the ways,
Just a man who's out of time
Maybe one day the music won't play
And the train comes to a stop
And the kingdom falls when the future calls
But someone's stopped the clock
Tonight I'll dream a dream or two
I'll dream the dreams that dreamers do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem