the world around me is changing,
gaged to see if i keep up.
I tend to think the ground is sinking,
so i’ve buried all my luck.
but gears are shifting,
though it is not time that they must keep;
[but] machinery of dreams
when i should hold the hand of sleep
into a place where no one
could have ever even known
the shades of every color
that now decorate my soul.
the spectrum of the source
now shining through
to make me whole,
I reach beyond dimensions;
make the light into my home.