The distant hills, the early rise
The silent meadows so green
A place none has ever been

The hills beckon in a strange tune
Urging me to join them soon
The silent meadows, with me, strike a note
My heart sings with joy afloat

Where to find this place?
In a myriad of dreams which one to follow
Each one like others appears hollow

I dream about this place
And what it can offer as solace
About the promises it holds
About the new stories it unfolds
About the new songs
About the new wrongs
Anything and everything for which one longs

Despite the efforts to evade
This awakening dream does not fade
I sit up questioning why?
Why like all the others you don’t die.