A non conference subject

We are having a business conference in a castle outside stockholm

I look around and I see ironed shirts, trimmed hair cuts and black skirts

Words of future, strategy and money are presented with controlled
expressions

Suddenly - a young boy goes by outside the window

Dungeons and dragons sticking out of his backpack

Uncombed hair dancing in the wind

Life, hope, imagination, free as bird he is

A bird with white sneakers
Scraping newley raked gravel
He looks down

The silver line around him speaks

It says "i dont dream - i am dream"

White clouds go by miles above his head

Or is it chimney smoke

From that magical house with the red brick wall

That Roald Dahl house

Oh so high the white, tall windows

He is moving outside my inside angel

You dont see what he sees from in here

How he dresses the road

How he dresses the road in sparks and imagination

Is he coming in here?

Or is he going far, far away

Will i ever see that boy again...

... will I ever be that boy again