I lay very still,
navigating the waves of my thoughts
on the fictional ferry of the wide-eyed dreamers.
But life did not lay still.

The sunlight cast itself
from the window to the wall,
the room all a glow,
no darkness at all.

Hide as it might,
my tide brought me to shore
and i noticed
there was no darkness anymore.

Specs of dust that lay beyond me
gilded by the fresh morning’s glow,
settled gently downward,
the scene a painting i did not yet know.

Why remain in my mind palace
perched on my sorrowful throne,
when life was not laying still
and i had a safe place called home?

I needn’t cower or worry inside
I should let the sunlight
see what I hide.
That’s how it gets better.

My view felt antique,
like the Lilly flower
in the garden of my mind’s manor.
Beauty still exists in reality.

The darkness fades,
and it’s true that it will
always be subdued
by sunlight.

My home feels home again,
my mind’s estate a futile refuge.
The sunlight, oh the sunlight,
my mind’s escape a futile refuge.

There’s beauty in reality,
should i look just beyond
the veil of that unforeseen dust,
illuminated by sunlight.

It can’t hold me back,
when the sunlight knocks it down,
and i’m free to return to reality,
where my thoughts don’t make me drown.

It’d be nice if there was more of that
sunlight that makes things easy.
If people spread a bit of sun,
and kept others in reality.

We wouldn’t have to hide,
or retreat away to our better place
if people were just a bit brighter,
and showed their bright hearts to a sorrowed face.

Wouldn’t it be better
to spread the sunlight?
Wouldn’t it be better
to see a world so bright?

The darkness might be there,
but it shouldn’t hold you back.
Falling tears don’t make me less,
always remember that.