In a vision so deep This dreams starts to creep I saw a mysterious sight Twenty years after that night Visions of an old bent up man What have these sights, done to me Worn out and weak Visions I don't want to seek This sight looks so real As old man I feel Short dreams Wild screams Only thing seen Mist and steam Earth, heaven and air Stop with this nightmare Pictures expressed this day Of mystery, pain in all ways Dreams are like decisions I'm a loser in this vision I'll be older and keen It's a small short dream