As the light beamed in the shadowy midst of morning,
I lay awake dreaming, whispering, wondering...
Of what the world has become.
The light that was ever so shining bloomed out at me like never before.
It made me wonder of the things near and the things distant, that we as people have imagined but yet experienced.
The dreams we imagined wallow in our head, but only as a figure of our imagination.
Our thoughts, voice, people, judgements, and character come together through the night.
We dream... of what we want.
We wish... of things we don't have.
We wonder... of whats soon to come.
We whisper... as if nobody can hear.
And our light still shines, but shines less when we know there's no way out of it.
Out of this place, out of our own mind, and sometimes out of...
Ourselves.