Some say a dream is fake, useless to understand,
Purely imagined scenes of a phantasmatic land.
Transient as the rain… but how can I explain
Proof that is in my hand?
I can only say: "May the dream be changed"
In the human mind is the greatest hope,
Which can see what’s possible, and multiplies the scope
From a single mind, there a hundred more are born
Ah, what is a dream? Is it illusion? Is it temporary?
Now till break of day, we can be free, free like a butterfly
Some say a dream is fate; some say it may forecast
Signs from the ghosts that haunt both our future and our past
If we can chase our dream, as we create more dream
Hope to make it last.