Running away into my mind,
searching for the spark that once was I.
Darkness I could only find,
almost as if I were blind.
I lit a match, to light the way.
Looking for a memory.
Dreaming in the illumination,
Or just another hallucination?
Rainbows appearing, clouds in my eyes.
Sunshine on my back, as I drift by,
wind in my hair, as I can fly.
High as an Eagle, owning the sky,
then swooping down, through tall meadow grass.
they come to me.