He asked, "Why don't you dream anymore?"
"Because there isn't any time.", I replied.
He despaired, "But everyone's got time to dream!"
"Not me I'm busy busy busy! I gotta job to hate, bills to pay and mouths to feed."
Resigned and disheartened he turned and began to walk away.
And as I watched him head for the door I heard an annoying klaxon like noise.
I shouted to him asking what this alarm meant.
He smiled and said, "Time to wake up."