Beams from beyond the window come
And rest across my sleepy eye,
Waking me from deep slumber
Dreaming of where I am from.
I sit up and let out a sigh
Knowing that I am no longer under
The hypnotic fantasy,
A mythos that is all a lie.
Feeling disappointment, I wonder
What if I’d followed that fallacy,
And continued down that trail
Would I have made a blunder?
So to cement my new legacy
I will have to climb out of this vale
And set out on this new odyssey.
As I sit and stare, at my window’s veil,
I wonder how the light broke through this tale.
--Andy McRae-- --4/30/20--
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