Arrange your world
Where did you get the impression, that there is still time
Even if there was time before
Flowing slower, and everything with it
Your poems, proud today
Why haven't you sent them then?
Arrange your dreams
While in them still live
Shadows of matters you have not begone
Shame to admit it, I also have them
Dreams on the wind, in them poetry
They're not eternal, don't stop dreaming
Truth is like smoke, it rises up to the sky before
Before you'll understand, that dreams
Are to be dreamed and chased after with all the might
Before they change into smoke
Arrange your poetry like this
Like the old luster of desires
It's never too late, to
Return to them, while in them
A spark still shines, let it smoulder
Let it caress us with embers, whatever shall come
Truth is like smoke, it rises up to the sky before
Before you'll understand, that dreams
Are to be dreamed and chased after with all the might
Before they change into smoke