When I wake
It is no fault of mine
That flowers, in full petal bloom
Drift upon the sky to meet the stars

When I wake
There are no dreams but the great one
The great divide
The great unrest

We can only for so long
Tip toe across the glass
And let our mind play games
     with an illusion

And then the worries fade
And the trees stop swaying
And I float to heaven as a God