That's my way out... (Lay out of a poem)

If these streets are not so beautiful as in your dreams
and even the flowers are different of what you've meant,
take care first of being sure that's what you've seemed...

Whether the sky is a little bit far from your eyes,
the people aren't so good-looking as you like,
take care first of being sure that's what you've seemed...

Are the songs playing such a hard melody,
or the wind is not blowing so softly,
take care first of being sure that's what you've seemed...

I'm not so royal as you'd like me,
I'm just apart of what you can be,
take care secondly of being sure that's me what you've dreamed.