The sun shines and for the first time, I don't cringe at the light.
The birds are singing, and they are singing for me. All colors, different voices, in unison in a most powerful song of hope, and endurance. Hold on, hold on.
Twisted wires tangle my feet, pierce my skin, with a force of music coming out of a boom box at maximum level.
But I like the pain, a wake up call to this so called life, like teachers cracking your knuckles when you fall asleep, the horn honks, the bird scatters.
Reality.
The cow jumps over the moon, and I'll go over the sun, my wings will melt, and I'll plummet to the ground, into the ocean,
a wake up call to this so called life.