What if beds weren't for falling into
What if instead, we kick off the ground
Start to rise, lifting ourselves,
We glide and fly up to slumber on a cloud.
From the noise, and the demands of life
The very results of the choices we've summoned
We no longer fall from exhaustion
At the end of our ropes, drained and uninspired
to toss and turn and hate the world itself

Imagine away, now imagine the way
From here to reflection,
Nothing undone is not worth attempting
Undreamed, only once
Envisioned and visited by this cloud


In a world that consumes
RewaRd is its own retribution
Abuse can forgotten
Close you eyes and liberate oneself