• I awake in the darkness before the time is right
    A cloud of confusion and discomfort envelop me
    I roll around in a blue bed of roses and thorns
    Weakened by the hour, smothered with an urge
    To go back to where i was

    As i reemerge into the new brightly colored sea of life
    The fresh breath or morning enters my lungs
    And i begin a new campaign of existence.

    I escape from my comfort zone
    As i enter the cardboard, glass, and tin can jungle
    That was created the night before
    My gaze shifts and I am now lost
    Into a cool, deep, contrasting utopia
    Inversely related to its surroundings
    Worlds are within worlds

    I travel back through the narrow path
    Going past the room of the beast
    To the spot i call home

    Months have been spent with little progress
    Days go by like hours
    I feel like I am just here for the ride

    Hearing sounds of summer in the middle of winter
    Things are increasingly changing around me

    Cleansing of the never ending self is upon us
    It's time to change what is broken

    Whispering trees and the sound of leaves
    Flowing into each other by the will of the wind
    Birds chirp and dance and defy gravity
    And sing their songs in harmony
    Mother nature is a musician