It has been many and many times when,
In my mind, only for me to see,
A wondrous dream visits me again
By the name of fantasy.
And this illusion lives with no other reason,
Then to drive me wild crazy.
Now I want things out of season,
Making my moment feel hazy.
But I dream with a hope that is more than longing—
I want everything now—
Without purpose, without belonging.
To my yearnings, I must bow.
