The Story Of 'Mother'

You've turned into a side street
A wise move!
No monks here, not even passers-by
You're still out of breath
Time to calm down!
A black limousine comes down the lane and stops next to you
The back door opens
You don't hesitate to get in.

The driver's a woman
She doesn't ask where to
She just starts to drive,
And you sit in the backseat, leaning back and closing your eyes
Soft music's soothing your trouble mind.

The driver begins to talk to you as to a close friend
She knows your first name
She knows your past
She remembers your sins
Who is that woman?
You know this voice
Can it be?
It's your mother's voice, giving you advice as always
No, it can't be your mother!
She wouldn't be that young
Anyway, she's gone!
I'm used to reading your dreams,
the woman, at the wheel, contents
I know your secret wishes
You ask, Who are you?
And she answers,
I always knew where to take you
Look, here we are
Time to get out!
A car has stopped in front of a magnificent villa
She walks you to the gate
Turning around she says
Go, enter the realm of dreams!