With the soul of the World as my eyes, my vision never fades; it excels.
My body is plague-filled and dying.
The desire to be somewhere else is strong, but I will remain for now.
Off this globe is where I want to be;
away from here is where the future is.

Imagine a universe where their world never was,
rather than wishing it blank!
A universe without their interference and
your world is your own.

The dead they talk to me, they tell of the changes.

Wake up, dreamer, open your eyes,
their world collide with yours,
express your wildest dreams;
a course of action is suggested.

With the soul…

Dream the dream of dreams,
one which exceeds them all!

Imagine a universe…
The dead they talk to me!

Oh and am I not cursed too? I was born too soon.