The clouds lifted from foggy sleep,
And dreary eyes floated to the window,
Where light into the dark began to seep.
A blank sky, white and cold as snow,

Came clear in the groggy perception,
Another day of granite conception,
Another day of hopes cindering to ash,
The same ideas to be similarly rehashed.

Suddenly, the soul lifted from the body,
And the world of flesh was left behind
With all petty cares and thoughtless minds,
Free from dominant, violent irrationality

“Come, you mind, and see
What the fate of men shall be.”

The mind appeared dazedly above the clouds,
Where the dazzling sun forever triumphantly shines
And looked down on the earth, which was shrouded
In darkness, ignorance, gloom, leaving men confined
In vanity,
Insanity
Bitter eyes cast down,
Lest they love and drown,
Heartless,
Duress,
Their stress
Is endless.

“Pity,” thought the mind, “that man be reduced to this,
An endless existence smeared in ignorant mist.
Can’t heaven’s power pour through this veil
And fill the gray with color and artful detail?”

There seemed to come a sigh
Deeply from the summer sky
Like an unrequited lover to his proud love,
Such was the sigh heard around and above.

“Men choose what they will,
And though all of heaven fills
A million galaxies, men are so frustratingly blind
They’ll never seek what’s too obvious to find.”

The mind recalled the ignorance,
Recalled the monotony of existence.
“If only, Lord, we saw the substance
Of life in all its blissful brilliance…”

The sky breathed a sigh,
And began to reply,
But the mind started to fall
Back into the world below.
What was said, we’ll never know…

A gray rain began to fall below.
The mind, as a drop, absorbed into flesh again.
Awoke the sleepy body in expansive sorrow;
It knew the truth, yet lived as the insane.