Perhaps I was just a dreamer and I was dreaming someone else's dream, and we were just each other's dream, and I just have to get off the matrix, so I can create another dream, a dream where the poet is the poem, the singer the song, the dancer the dance, where there is everybody and nobody, where nothing is superior or inferior, where life is a play, where my spirit can be free, where I will never be lonely, because I can just be with myself.