Some days I get tired
Some days I feel feint
And then some days the world’s inspired
And I sing and craft and paint the dreams
that other days just ain’t

Some days when all the ways are wide
And open-ended, starry-eyed
And all the walls I once defended
Crumble to their sides…

I look upon this ancient book
Of dreamers, leapers, and all it took
To build a thrilling tale of glory
Known as Humans, and my story
Culminates upon a moment staring open, free

…and all of it comes back to me

All the visions of what I love, what I want
And all I shove aside in dreary days when I can’t see

Funny how the darkness hides
All my growing, glowing sides
And when my moon draws back the tides
From wherever they may be…

All of it comes back to me

Every treasure, every dream
Every gleaming leisure seen
Every pleasure that I’ve beamed
within me that’s worth measuring

Everything I once thought lost
Imprisoned by a lonely frost
Or taken due to karma’s cost
is scattered on my beach

All I’ve gathered in this life
is ever in my reach

So let me set my moon upon
A shining sea in search of dawn
Where blinding rays have never shone
so clear upon my eyes

Let me rise and know that here
Within me, though not always clearly
Hides the gems I hold so dearly
And before me always lies…

A path I’ve oft been pondering
The kind that’s worth my wandering
To set in word in mankind’s book
The kind of person that it took
To find through worse and better times
The shining tale of life’s divine and winding gale
That blows in from the sea

Let me walk the path that hums
When all of it comes back to me