Who are they? Those who tresspass against us.
Why are they here? In the dream it is I
treading down silly wire fences
and it feels good. I follow 
where only clouds can freely go.
In the dream all the people
who feel good are treading down fences,
pulling down walls to make bridges.
They feel good, being good.
They follow where harmless clouds roam.
In the dream I believe there are some 
fighting for injustice: they feel bad
being bad. It seems vital to notice
how and why people behave as they do.
I must ask myself: who are they, why are they here?