Grounded, 5 a.m.
The nitelite is comforting,
But gravity is holding you.

Once settled into sleep
You have watched, on repeat,
The story of your life across the ceiling;
And in review,

You've said the air was singing
it's calling you you don't believe
These things you've never seen

"Good morning, and how are you?
The weather's fine, the sky is blue-
It's perfect for our seminar..."

"Now close your eyes, and start to breathe,
Allow the noise to recede...
...allow yourself to drift and fly away."
But you just stay.

You've said the air was singing
It's calling you you don't believe
these things you've never seen, never dreamed.

Did you hear these voices calling?

Locked into the conference room,
"We're only what our minds assume..."
And rationale is leaving you.

This conceit, these systems of belief,
your counsellor agrees,
"You've always marked these boundaries, now
You're free..."
And with relief.

You've said the air was singing
It's calling you you don't believe
These things you've never seen, never heard,
Never dreamed

You've said the air was singing
It's calling you you don't believe
These things you've never seen

Never, never, never.

Once you had a dream
Of oceans, and sunken cities;
Memories of things you've never known
And you have never known.