I find that
now that I am getting more aged, My night
dreams have taken a little turn, Where they had been adventurous before, They are becoming more macabre and stern.
The events morph and all the people too, I visit places never seen before, And these vague events keep on repeating Like phantoms, and returning more and more.
So now I have to ponder to myself, When thinking day replaces dreaming night, Why is it that my dreams have changed so much, Are they mystic, and what have they in sight?
