There may be a shrill whistle I hear
The day I'm released from the cave
Of trapped dreams

Standing upright, front right up
Front of the line with all the others
Who will join me for the same cause

’Cause that's what we do in caves
When the slat opens
Wide as wide knows

And we serve ourselves best this way
Standing righteously quivering
As the now untrapped dreams

Fly North by Northeast
To meet again all those other dreams
On the same path…