"Somewhere far beyond that rain-drop
Filled window
Waiting behind the curtain
of an unknown world

Should I stay or should I let
My mind wander around
In far off places
Where a patter of my feet makes not a sound

Soft, dewy grass melts between
The roots of a
mysterious, old well
Of imagination and wonder

This is where my heart is
And where it has been for long
Shall I wait forever in this place
To see where my imagination takes me next?

Or shall I wait
Until some other day
When then I will daydream even longer
Somewhere far beyond that rain-drop
filled window"