The sun rises; My mind clears,
The dew reflects; My feelings mirror,
The similar sight of clouds erased,
My dreams evaporate with due haste.

Brought down are now the daily must,
Routine induced, prescribed rush,
the only factor plucking my mind,
Be intuition found, no need to find,
Coincidence is no way practical;
But, fate, could be only decided,
I've seen that the facts are rarely, factual,
Considering what's accepted is usually invited.

Existence is exactly what it doesn't seem,
You have been taught someone else’s fanatical dream,
Forget the excuses used to close your Eye,
As the sun sets, look toward the sky,
There, you see, as my mind stumbles,
darkness divides, my feelings fumble,
Have you seen a cloud cross beneath the night?
My dreams share these qualities of un-observed flight.