The day has passed,another day
I've again some things to say
Entering hall of thoughtful flight
So they begin to come at night
Do not ask me why i write
it is not my person's pride
Feeling weight of words "i must"
Hand is scribbling letters fast
What's the question that is main?
What is it that makes me strain?
Why am i spending so much time
On the work that isn't prime
Why do i fail to sleep and rest
Like some neignbours and the rest
Answer comes so plain to seem
"Because I'm called by St Dream!"
"Is it bless or is it bad?"
The fraze that clever always said
The clean and deeper i see problems
Situation is not hopeless
Thought of ways is nabbling mind
I always think of all this kind
What I wish is usually known
And the seed is surely sewn
Why do I continue tour
What helps me and soul to cure
What reflects unspoken thoughts
Why do I have to think a lot
Answer comes so plain to seem
"Because I'm called by St Dream!"
Now i see that I was right
In writing previous rhyme at night
But what's the reason to progress
It no more matters more or less
Asking me I do see light
Mind is calm,emotions bright.
I ask what for the lines were written
And the truth is not hidden
Answer comes so plain to seem
"Because I'm called by St Dream!"