it belittles my heart, every single day
seeing the hate worthless as it may,
only if I could make my own little world,
where I wouldn't feel this and have a swirl.

I would have a little garden,
a house with a porch,
with a view of a beautiful gorge,
and a cat with a collar bell with the name tag Barden.

dreams, dreams, dreams,
a hundred dreams,
with an entire life to scheme,
just as it seems, it's moving really fast as a light or a beam,
with so much undone piled up like a ream.