I sleep only to find angels,
Only to see what lies ahead where this world never reaches,
Only to pull from the great beyond that which fantasy teaches.
I sleep only to touch the hand of grand illusions,
To walk upon clouds beyond the worlds,
The worlds of His creation.
I stay in dreams and hope to find somewhere beyond the willows,
A road that leads me to a better place,
A place where life refines sad times,
And takes man back to that better place,
A place beyond what we have now,
Into the lost,
The lost within our minds now bent,
To a place when life was simple.
And as we travel through this maze,
Upon the maps our minds have made,
I hope that you will somehow gaze,
Into the deeper thoughts and fables.
For what we think we know today,
And what we find in life’s true fate,
Are far beyond the simple thoughts,
Of which we do all marvel.
So, come with me to the wishing tree,
And climb as high, as high as you are able
And when you’re there with me somewhere,
We’ll pull the string that tears it down upon this puzzles table.