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
