I feel tired. It’s a mid-winter evening. 

Made some plans to stay inside… the world is freezing. 

Its 15 below. Chimney smoke and icy windows indulge in the night 

As I write these words here alone, 

And think of nothing worth being said. 

While I struggle to see past these clouds surrounding my head. 

I feel so lucky to be alive. 

Just behind every rain cloud is a quiet starry night 

or a beautiful bright blue sky. 

I feel starved for all the things I long to be… 

For some novel splendor, out of reach, in a place I just can’t seem to see…. 

For the courage to clear my name, pack my things and just go anywhere. 

To turn and chase the wind, to smile and sing and just be there. 

I’m dying to know what that’s like. 

Think I’ve been dreaming about it every day of my waking life. 

There’s so much I want to see and learn 

about the art and mystery of this crazy world, 

And what’s in it for me. 

And I feel like I don’t have much time. 

The chance is there, but the choice is all mine. 

So many dreams to comprehend 

So many dreams… 

I think I’ll sleep in once again 

And lace my mind with all the confusing pretty things I see 

I hope one day they’ll all make sense to me.