In my dream,
I wanted to feel out all possible trajectories.
The twinkling worlds around me.

In my days,
I had to pick only one.

Me myself and I exist at the same time.
But I believe I can choose one.

I woke up.
A morning is up.
I have to begin my day.

The only one reality in my days.

I think I have enough input and ingredients to
turn them into gold.

If it has to be done under small steps,
So be it.

I will mix them.
I will turn them into gold.