My dreams linger into day
They dilute my reality
And the singing sound that ushers me into day
Is but a chiming bell that has no meaning
Just beauty
In this dream-like state there is no duty
No consequences
No chains upon my wrists
And in this
I have flowing hair
And not one care that weighs enough
To keep me here
I am a bird
A gypsy
A child
And all of the colors are so bright
I can hardly recognize them
The clarity is such that it all appears brand new
I know at once
Yesterday's hazy view
Will never do again
You can it Heaven if you prefer
You can wait 100 years to wake up here
Live your whole life in fear
Of every morning's chiming bell
Ushering you into
A self-imposed Hell
Or, for the slightly less dramatic,
A prison cell
