Is it me It’s a dream, can you hear it What’s it mean for my spirit For my eyes it means tears For your ears there’s scary sounds Unless you truly haven’t met fear, in that case get ready for untouched frontiers The forefront looks clear Appears afraid of new ground are all the would-be volunteers Seems to me the humble have no hearts Either that or their beats all disappeared Or they waited many years And then they crumbled in the cogs of time’s gears