When I Was The Dream

I soaked myself on the fabric of the universe Covering myself with all sorts of mysteries Anointing myself with the beauty of creation I was the magical spell from the pot of wisdom Wandering the universe in search of dreamers Seekers and drifters who have never known sleep Whose thoughts are covered with questions Difficult mathematical equations permeating their minds Day and night they look to the stars Searching for the hidden speck of knowledge Within the dazzling pot of cosmic mysteries Wisdom is unveiled inside the subconscious mind of men (and women) Dreams can only be dissected by those who live within The inner chambers of life are full of knowledge The path of dreams follow the everlasting light Revealing and displaying the mysteries of creation