The Lifting
The nightlite 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, 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 calling
Locked into a 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 mark 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 said the air was singing
It´s calling you you don´t believe
These things you´ve never seen.
Never
Once you had a dream
Of oceans, and sunken cities
Memories of things you´ve never known