BOOK I

THE DREAM

Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dreams, I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless
The door to dreams was closed. Your park was real dreamless

Perhaps you're smiling now, smiling through this darkness
But all I had to give was the guilt for dreaming

We should be on by now...

Time, David Bowie

Everybody's raised in blindness
Everybody knows it's true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anybody's point of view

Nobody can break their bondage
Everyone can feel their chains
But even in my life I knew you found your sight
And nothing would be quite the same

Please help me
Who can I be now?

You found me
Now can I be real?

Can I be real?

Who Can I Be Now, David Bowie