Life begins when dreams are shattered
when lofty boyhood hopes are smashed
when everything that really mattered
is d'molished and is trashed.
When dancing merrily with shadows
when leaping over windmills high
the looming cliffs arise as meadows,
and windmills seem to beat the sky.
Life begins when dreams are shattered
when windmills are but what they are
when meadows - pillaged, raped and battered -
crash down to earth like mourning star.