On a dreamscape not so far away,
I had back all my friends, who are gone for good,
I was happy, much happier than I am today.
I smiled for everything was perfect, for if I could…
Give perfect an exact name I would,
So easily mention this dream that I had…
Where I was happy and nothing was bad.
But my dream did flee with very little delay.
Just as anything so perfect would,
For beauty is happier when remembered in a somber way.
And I alone on a new dreamscape stood,
And though the reason the beauty had fled I understood,
I was still so very, very sad,
To lose that perfect dream I had.