You think there´s no reality in dreams
Hark! I had my cup and taste Fantasy
Contrary to me you follow schemes
so being abstract, my eyes get hazy
There´s a prize for my Hallucination
And prize I mean: lost or lasting glory
And lost is lost in Mankind´s short Eon
Myth to me is bigger than a story
Had I sweeter words for you – Capricorn?
Here is my dreadful promise in a wink
If I win my glory you get your scorn
Then back to bluish vision I shall sink
Take my friendship, I like you very much!
Reality for you? In dreams I catch!