In dreams all barriers are broken.
The flightless soar, devoid of wings.
Illogic is the language spoken.
Before the sleeper has awoken,
before the sun reverts all things,
in dreams all barriers are broken.
The shy recluse becomes outspoken.
The legless walk, the voiceless sing.
Illogic is the language spoken.
Even doors both thick and oaken
may reveal a hidden spring.
In dreams all barriers are broken.
Though the path to paradise is open,
snakes may strike and hornets sting.
Illogic is the language spoken.
When torn from sleep, retain a token,
a talisman to which you cling.
In dreams all barriers are broken.
Illogic still the language spoken.
