Martin dreamt, so I could dream
of changing the world piece by piece.
His dream consisted of one harmonious team,
mine on the other hand, different to say the least.
Plates adorned with chicken and fish,
veal and pork, would be my fortay.
All kinds of mouth-watering dishes.
But in this dream, these people would have to pay.
My dream becomes vivid with every color,
The reds, greens, the golden browns
Things that could not be dreamt of by another
As each dish possessed its own crown
Would this dream be turned into a reality?
Or stay hidden as a mere fantasy?
Only time would tell
Only time would tell…
