Maybe it's a miracle
Maybe it's a dream
Maybe it's hysterical
Maybe it's as funny as it seems

Windows in a patch of sky
Open to show the way to fly
When a trip is just a trip
On days of imperfect harmony
Musicality without melody
Totality of reality in plays
Acted out without a script
Fading away once the curtain
On the window view
Forever has been stripped...
...AWAY!!!
A way ---I'LL FLY AWAY
I'll fly away in a dream
Where I have wings of clay
Heavier than the earth itself

But not as heavy as my mood
Was yesterday
Not as heavy as my mood
Was yesterday

Maybe it's a prison cell
Maybe it's a box
Maybe it's just a place to dwell
A pause in time itself
A second or two to enjoy the view
A time in which to take stock
Of my life--of my life
OF MY LIFE....

Maybe its just what it is
Just that and only that
Maybe sometimes we make it
All just a little too hard

To see it - from where we've sat
To see it- from where we're at
To see it-to see it
To see it is Just that
Its a pause in time itself
A second or two to enjoy the view
And  time to take stock....
         Of your life!
So.....don't waste it!