The dreams I have, I wonder too,

How I see things I cannot explain,

The wind moves across my cheek,

A new wave of blistering warmth,

The start and end of what life brings,

The stirrings of where it all ends,

A life lived in tunnel bowels,

A hand out to work on this place,

The beauty of life I don't see today,

The sense of overwhelm that burdens my soul,

I stand and look all the way around,

It is empty and dready,

A lone tree in the midst of the desert,

I stand tall awaiting your presence,

Morning routines are sticky habits,

The same old road,

To walk through life with a fearful mind,

That doesn't want to explore new things,

As seasons change it gets so easy,

To take on more things that promise change,

Staring into the abyss of life,

I wondered if I'd ever get things done,

Am pleasantly surprised,

That the words never end,

The bones and muscles,

Cry out loud today,

The building and recognised efforts,

To pick up and follow through,

This day has started well,

The dreams that come make me happy,

The day starts with beauty and strength,

The day progresses with me in the mix,

Colours of life,

Rays of bright,

4 against 1,

We all stand still here,

They flow and drain,

Build and clear,

So cold to breathe,

I see you not,