A dream, 

On the cold breeze of dawn

Moving the frost crisp leaves

Stirring the pine down

Leaving my tumbling mind

Departing those tumbling billows

Taking flight from my pillow

Leaving only the ego behind

Yearning for the world

That danced in resplendent technicolor

Illuminating planes of unknown existence

Making an utterly ordinary someone 

The creator and destroyer of worlds untold

Dethroned from on high

Returned to the mundane

To the screeching symphony

And harsh cacophony

Of a fucking alarm clock

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