Floating On Ice

Cloudy Minds

Forever falling through the sky of dreams

Never to wake up from eternal sleep

Watching sunlight undo its prizéd beams

And night consuming the fire's bright reap

Wings? What blasphemy, they are useless tools

For we can wander to our hearts' content

While thinking of nothing about the fools

Whose minds of black and white are poorly spent

You do not fear any that your eyes see

As such emotions are shadows of heart

Since this is a dream that is yours to be

Unchained from reality, you won't part

As the cycle begins around once more

Your sleeping mind wanders throughout its core