grounded, 5 a.m.

the nitelite is comforting,

but gravity is holding you.



once settled into sleep

you have watched, on repeat,

the story of your life

across the ceiling;

and in review,



you´ve said the air was singing

it´s calling you you don´t believe

these things you´ve never seen



"good morning, and how are you?

the weather´s fine, the sky is blue-

it´s perfect for our seminar..."



"now close your eyes,

and start to breathe,

allow the noise to recede...

...allow yourself to drift and fly away."

but you just stay.



You´ve said the air was singing

it´s calling you you don´t believe

these things you´ve never seen, never dreamed



did you hear these voices callling



locked into the conference room,

"we´re only what our minds assume..."

and rationale is leaving you.



this conceit, these systems of belief,

your counselor agrees,

"you´ve always marked these boundaries, now

you´re free..."

and with relief.



you´ve said the air was singing

it´s calling you you don´t believe

these things you´ve never seen, never heard,

never dreamed



you´ve said the air was singing

it´s calling you you don´t believe

these things you´ve never seen



never, never, never.



once you had a dream

of oceans, and sulken cities;

memories of things you´ve never known

and you have never known