Stagger In and Out

The dreams that stagger in and out,

I see myself and pray for rest,

Sometimes the vision is a big burden,

I wonder how I can make it work,

With help from friends and foe alike,

It all boils down to what I can,

Build upon to make this work,

So I sit here and plan the day,

Reminisce of what I can and must,

It is a crazy path but I'm geared to walk,

A lonely path towards the sun.