TOO MUCH TO DREAM

(Tuesday, May 30, 1995)

It's been a needle in space,

An unidentified object escaping Earth.

It's seen colors unnamed,

Horizons untamed,

And shining matter spiraling a star's birth.

A voyaging mind towers over seas

And curls up with clouds and wild creatures at night--

It collects rainbows and blue,

A veritable zoo,

And hides from the sunshine in fright.

A caged mind escapes and screams for freedom,

Escapes and is lost in atmospheres of dimension,

Finds sanity scraps to rend

Or a spaceship to tend,

Rewriting the space-time continuum.

A person who lives inside of this mind,

So tiny it's lost in the rush of the tide,

Shines its bright eyes

And unconsciously lies: