A Dream That I dream

One Sunday morning over a boiling kettle

The sun just rose over my bumpy cottage

A Dream That I dream

A dress as white as a dove, embroidered with a million stars

A palace made out of gold bound to make any queen jealous

A Dream That I dream

To travel over many cities

To try new cuisines with my lover

A Dream That I dream

A million cameras flashing before my eyes

As I make my way down the red carpet

A Dream That I dream

Where these old meadows are no more

And asphalt replace the dying sunflowers

A Dream That I dream

But alas! The porridge is burning

I am distracted from my thoughts

My dreams must wait for another day.