These words have greatly resounded with me today:

Crowded House – Recurring Dream

Within myself
There are a million things
Spilling over
Falling out into a silent stream
Feel the warm wind touch me
Hear the waters crashing
See my windows wiping clean
It`s my recurring dream

Within myself
A secret world returns
Over and over
Where the white flame of desire burns

Feel the warm wind touch me
Hear the waters crashing
See my windows wiping clean
It`s my recurring dream

Within myself
There are a million things

Feel the warm wind touch me
Hear the waters crashing
See my windows wiping clean
It`s my recurring dream