Living Free

Turned away from the morning sun and buried my eyes away from the glare
The piercing stare of reality.
Found a dark spot to gaze into as I traced the dancing dots with my mind
The alarm began to scream.
Tore my thoughts into little shreds then crammed them back where they belong.
The sheets were still warm.
Conformity from the minute I wake up to when I leave and no one will stare
The new day is dawn.
Dawning light. Pink clouds.
People rushing by who cannot see.
They never learnt the art of recognizing beauty.

Rushing home weary from the day of being pushed along by the masses
It's all the same to me
In and out, back again in this endless cycle of morning to evening
It's all a blur to me
From the east to the west there are a million houses with the same things
It's all a mystery
As I turned away from the day I sought refuge with my dreams
It's not how it's supposed to be
Blank voices. Hollow faces.
Deep shadows chasing happy endings.
Even the niche of paradise had been tainted clean.

Give me a signpost to a place where I can be living free...
Let me find a place where I won't be the one who's running...
Tell me, sisters and brothers that you believe in such a dimension
Off this planet, out of this world, where freedom exists...