Walking slowly through the valley of rest
Seemingly unnoticed by the powers of life
To identify the meaning of my dreams
The rocks in the shades are witnesses
Of my remaining depressingly
As I kept on going just to stop at a well

Entering the well I felt like Christ
At his descent down to hell

Observed by creatures while intruding their realm
With my soul burning and my mind confused
I went on in this maze of darkness
Driven onward by powers unseen

The impending nearness of the Prince of Death
I passed the broken well of my dreams
Reimparting strength into my inmost self,
And Accepting dreams as a means of resistance

Entering the well I felt like Christ
At his descent down to hell