You feed your soul by taking rest in solitude
Laying down in flowering fields where daily struggles elude
Clouds roll by mimicking buoyant sheep
And speech-bubbles of dreams, from the land of sleep

If only you could magically take flight
And alienate yourself from this world of trite
To see everything from a fresher view
Then return again with a heart renewed

But as you question possibilities of escape
Remember there’s things left to appreciate
Right here in the moment, if you embrace all you’ve seen
Such as the beetles and the flowers in the field you’re in.

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