Lost in a surreal time-container,
I’m a kid again,

flying high, like Superman,
sailing on the Tornado
and the Cyclone,

back in the Coney Island
of my youth.

In the Coney Island Dreamscape,
I’m a kid again.

I can conquer the world.
Anything’s possible,
for I believe!

And I’m rolling and rumbling and
roaring on the roller coaster,

flying high, as all my fears
vanish,

beneath the azure sky,
not far from the turquoise
sea,

and I’m thrilled to be alive,

dancing in phantasmagoria,
dreaming of Yesterday,

when Coney Island was the
center of my fantastic
universe,
before it passed away,
with the flow of
creation and destruction,

like an ancient majestic
King or Queen
going to sleep forever,

and vanishing in the
catacombs,

but resurrected
from time
to time

in my
Coney
Island
Dreamscape.