A Trance Maybe


As the sun gets brighter,

As the sky becomes clearer,

As the darkness bid goodbye,

So my soul yearns and desires.


As the rivers become pure,

As the birds sing sweeter,

There my spirit tries to wonder,

That my eyes be amazed and wondered.


Oh, how delightful life may be,

How divine the world could be,

And how I smile out of glee,

Sometimes I think that might it be a dream, maybe?


And now I awoke,

Turning this head around,

Wishing it somehow,

But as I look in the mirror, it was all just a frown.


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