I wonder I wonder what you would do,

If you had the power to dream any dream you wanted to dream.

You would I suppose start out by fulfilling all your wishes,

You could design for yourself what would be the most ecstatic life,

Love affairs, banquets, music beyond belief.

And then after a couple of months you move over to an adventurous dimension,

And you could rescue princesses from dragons,

And go on dangerous journeys.

And after you had done that you would think up a new wrinkle,

To forget that you were dreaming,

So you would think it was all for real.

And after you had gone on doing this you see for some time,

You would suddenly find yourself with all your personal involvements, problems,

You would be bored.

Because all perfectly known futures are past,

They have happened,

It is the only the true future that is a surprise.

So this then is the basis,

Of the universe.

You begin to see everything is like music,

Its all these complicated vibrations.

That you.

Are.

Really.

What there is.

Only you are playing hide and seek with yourself.

And the objective of life,

Is of course in the end to wake up from the dream.

Music.

Beyond.

Belief.

The angels fly because they take themselves lightly.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of,

And our little life is rounded with a sleep.