It’s a sunrise of the mind
At least in how I perceive it,
Traveling into present time,
At least that’s how I believe it.
Coming back here from some place,
Though I don’t know where I had gone,
With no little but a small trace,
Of images at the come of dawn.
To wake up from this dream,
Oh I could only imagine.
For this reality isn’t as it seems,
It holds so much more within.
A faint bit of sun within a smile,
And in every tear there is a storm,
In every cruel statement is something vile,
And in every outburst is a swarm.
In every thought is something racing
To an unmarked finish line,
And I am constantly facing
A face that isn’t mine.
I’ve come to realize that waking,
Isn’t always what is seems,
For these images I’m making,
Are all within my dreams.