From sleeping visions   Daily were torn   In waking hours   Hopes our forlorn.   Is all we do and all we dream   Doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?      Wishing life were made of lasting visions   In eternal sleep   And if that rest were filled with sorrow   Still we'd sleep.      In the madness of a silent eternity   We'd find solace in   False visions that protect us   From reality.      Enter ivory gates through midnight skies   Daylight dreamers in private parades   Perform before perpetual dawn   As dusk engulfs the gate of horn.      Ivory towers appear beyond the gate   Invisible fortresses of escape   Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears   Impervious to reality.