Dedicated to the Dreamers

                                                                                                         

Taking drugs to survive

What’s life is that?

In the crowds’ avenue a minute alone

It’s a gift hard to enjoy

Dreaming to be the music

That ladies hear

All the suits running on time

Didn’t looked what they leave behind

All the little birds

All the others breeds

Has time to be dreamers

Know yourself

Know yourself

Five o’clock time to get home

Catching a packed train

A sound in your pocket

Life to live alone

All the beauty that people want

Turn sense on the soul

A flash to remind

What the eyes can’t

All the little birds

All the others breeds

Has time to be dreamers

Know yourself

Know yourself

<> Dedicated to the memory of Henry Burns (1928-1996).

     “A good man who always liked a good park bench”.