Transcendence

Slowly, I've come to know

The different directions that life can go

Spend your days

In your own way

Forward and onward

These nightmares flying around me

Never adventure

These dreams are dying in my hands

The cold rain

And its clarity

Allows me to breathe

The sorrow

And anxiety

Deep inside of me

Has gone

Slowly, these hectic dreams

Have reduced to a gentle stream

Spend your days

In your own way

In dreams we fly

With open eyes

Soar through blue

Unending skies

Memories

Wait to be

Discovered there

In open air

The cold rain

And its clarity

Allows me to breathe

The sorrow

And anxiety

Deep inside of me

Has gone

The cold rain

And its clarity

Allows me to breathe

The sorrow

And the agony

Deep inside of me