From waking to Sleeping
With skin always Creeping,
One Thing on my Mind
Any action of the Lucid Kind.
Was a Search for Escapism of any Sort
For I thought it was I,
I wished to Abort!
Running from Reality
Hoping for Immortality,
In Effect I died!
Now I AM! Awake!
Now I stand Tall!
For my Light Burns Bright
Guides me through the Night,
My soul Embraces with Hugs
Mind and Body Free from Drugs.
© AmoLuce 1995