In a (United) State of Dream.

I dream of Manhattan.

I dream of a man with a hat who’d wind me through these streets.

I dream of making sense thoughts-tied.

I will pump heartbeats into this earthly body of mine until it grasps with both hands the rope to its own tangible high hopes.

I had a vision: no division.

Come find me. Sea you at sunset, not a dream earlier.

In the morning I’d be yawning.

At noon, I’d be craving for the moon.

Be there at sunset. Maybe then I would have set the controls, I would have won the bet.

There I’ll be, wearing the inside out.

Pink Floyd(David Gilmour) – Marooned