As I rise up from my sleepy slumber
I cannot remember what transpired before
My mind knows thought, but my legs seem encumbered
And my feet never touch the icy cold floor.
As I walk towards the threshold to leave my chamber
I notice a light 'round my head.
Out the door, cross the hall, to the staricase I wander
With a feeing I've not even left my bed
As I slowly descend 'long the staircase, recalling,
A distant concern takes my brain
Almost as if I'm quite effortlessly fallng
And somehow pursuing subliminal gain
At the foot of the stairs, the door opens slowly
And I feel a cold, heart-stinging surge
Voices of people I hear crying lowly
Without a second thought, into traffic of shades I merge.
As I, with the others drift 'long the dark street,
I look back for a last glimpse of my home.
And there seemed to be coming from within, a sound sweet
But there's no turning back;
In this new house I'll roam.
