The man I want to be is the man I have become, a dreamer, reaching for the stars, as moonbeams illuminate Nordic nights. Gentle breezes caress my optimistic soul, magic sounds of a train rolling upon tracks to some faraway universe. A blast of horn excites fantasies within me. The man I want to be is a gentle one who embraces hope and truth.
A leaf gently falls. Oh, the Surprises of this day! Serenading flowers are kissed by butterflies.
The man I want to be hears the song of the rooster as exotic as the sound of the rolling train. With frail body, the essence of my spirit is nourished in this complicated world.