Roll out the imagination you loner on the street,
Stop wandering like a wastrel, romanticizing with stars and hoping to embrace the one that might fall
Stop taking those blind turns you fool, don't you know you might get run over without the sound of a horn
Stop gazing into emptiness; it won't take form of beautiful palaces
Stop looking behind at the footprints the rain has just washed away; they aren't going to appear again, a lost trail
Stop looking sideways, there isn't a soul like you around, either they are dead or too alive to be real
Stop waiting for the road to end, the route has a mind of its own, a plan undisclosed

Let that imagination take over the grim night, it will paint you rainbows and butterflies
With those green meadows and lotus ponds, hay colour sunshine and orange skies.
Roll out that dream, you loner on the street, night won’t last for too long and the day will be too busy for painting the canvas with surreal strokes….