A rude alarm rings through the darkest night,
It rouses me frommagic places roamed,
Slowly I stretch and look to the starlight
Unable to shake loose the lost dream’s tone.
Still deep in thought I linger by the hour
And move distracted through the morning’s turns
Entranced, I search within for latent pow’r
While fickle inspiration sparks and burns.
My life is full, I play my roles with heart,
But all the while I live inside my head,
My spirit roams between the moon and stars,
I follow trails of fantasies untread.
So I embrace my two divided states.