I had a dream of silver and
gold. I travelled by horse, they
pulled my chariot. We rode by
a cliff, on the edge, down there water
patterned the smooth rock. People bowed as
I passed, their arms wave in greeting,
a smile on there faces, trying to show grace,
waving back and forth, they smiled,
I smiled back, then catastrophe
struck, as the chariot tilts and crashes,...