...take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind; d own the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, t he haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, f ar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, s ilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, w ith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves; l et me forget about today until tomorrow. Bob Dylan.