Hour Five

What does it mean to be truly free

Retreating into reverie

Or visiting a favorite memory

Some place far away from here

 

I find myself under the willow tree

That lived across the street

Laying in the grass, the wind dancing across my face

Staring at the sky as the clouds drift by

 

Or atop a cliff overlooking the sea

Waves crashing down below me

A place I’ve never actually laid

Though I can feel it so vividly

 

My mind conjures up his face

The freckles across his cheeks

The shining blue of his eyes

His laugh a familiar sound

 

I see myself in fields of green

Dipping my hands into a stream

Ambling atop rocks and discovering things

In the Irish countryside

 

Or sometimes I think what it would be like

To be a neighborhood cat

Roaming free to follow my instincts

With no one to control me

Other times I can be found

Dancing among the notes of my favorite song

The beats swirling around me like a ribbon

Colors moving through me

I want to know what it’s like to live inside a rainbow

Maybe it is happier in there

The colors might be brighter

Filled with a little more hope

And how does it feel to return to “real life”

By comparison a duller place

A bit like falling from grace

Tethered to this physical place

And so I’ll continue to journey

To places I have and haven’t been

For these psychic jaunts are what keep me here

It’s called balance, my dear

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