I want to give away all my dreams, anoint them br To some special connoisseur, treasured recipient- br Who would hold them perfectly unsullied, untouched- br Throughout the seething, unsettled cauldrons of time's reign. br br But there is no such archival master to be found, br For my dreams are my own, made only for me, br They do not need outside validation: easy to forget br That I'm victorious simply that I live, to dream..