Long ago I wanted to know Why may dreams come come? Are they the reflections of our own lives? Strange blend of my imagination And my confused thoughts Through the valleys of knowledge By the long ways of wisdom In the middle of the void Alone with your own silence With your inner voice Which is the power of mind? Where's its force? Can we have it? What dark secrets does it hide? Fantasy or reality? Where is its force? You will know it someday! Is it worth to have lived To find out after all That the best hours Are those which we slept'?