In this expanse of nothingness I stay,
while upon these meadows of sand I lay;
"Dream. Dream of a land far away."
To me and no one else these things I say.

Yet still, my mind, I let take me away.

But my thoughts merely twist my dreams,
From golden roads and flowing streams;
To concrete, dust, and metal beams,
I do not wish to dreams these things.

Yet still, my mind, I let take me away.

My thoughts, against ev'ry desire,
carry on to a place much higher;
Yet I still see brimstone and fire,
and feel a heat I can't help but admire.

Yet still, my mind, I let take me away.

My awe grows to a level anew,
after which more emotions grew.
Perhaps this place I shouldn't eschew,
Maybe, dear thought, this is a clue!

Yet still, my mind, I let take me away.

My thoughts now tell me, to my dismay,
This wonder I've found, I cannot stay;
"Please!" I scream, "Don't take this away!"
Yet I awaken to vast fields of clay.

And again in these meadows of sand, I lay.