I hear the crickets chirp and I
Know that I’m home again.
Cycling on peaceful hills—so green—
I remember who I am.
I feel the moment—future, past
Don’t cross my mind at all.
I live in the now, so free and calm,
The bright full moon governs the night,
Shining so close to me
Against the darkness of the sky;
I thus now feel at ease.
The scent of freshly scythed grass
Gives me forgotten peace
And I can feel that once again
I’ve known eternal bliss.
The night—so quiet and so warm—
Promises freedom, dance.
I had forgotten what was home
And now I have returned.
I feel alive and know myself,
Here on the peaceful hills.
This is the world I’ve always loved,
The world of real dreams.