For my own part

I have never had a thought

Which I could not set down in words

With even more distinctness

Than that which I conceived it

There is however, a class of fancies

Of Exquisite delicacy

Which are not thoughts

And to which is yet, I have found it

Absolutely impossible to adapt to language

These fancies arise in us all

Alas how rarely

Only an epics of most intense tranquility

When the body and mental health are in perfection

And at those mired points of time

Where the confines of the waking world

Blend with the world of dreams

And so I captured this fancy

Where all that we see or seem is but

A Dream Within A Dream

(Instrumental Interlude)

Interlude w some vocalizations til fades out