Indulge in thoughts, creating fantasies so true,

We splatter paints on white satin clothes,

Oh those are the paints of my imaginations,

I think I'll find success,

I think I'll get fame,

I think I'll always have it my way,

Now it has started to rain,

The skies are turning grey,

The road to what I thought,

Was not what reality has made,

What message does it say?

Don't dream on the pillow,

Wake up and say 'No matter how hard it is, I'll work hard everyday',

Then let the imagination evolve into reality,

In my heart I know this is always the natures way