Free To The Floor

Free to the Floor



He lies in a state of paralysis, where nothing moves

his eyes stay fixed on the floor, wanting more

two wheels attached to steel gets him around

pushed by an angel in white during the day

until she flys away leaving him in his dark domain

drifting away in the dark until the sun touches his face

Then he awakes, thinking hoplessly of another flightless day

where he sits and waits looking at  the clock, like

a cat watches a bird from a window, helpless, but yet still

hopeful.  The clocks hands begin to twist and bend,

creating a vision, go , move around, be free

like a thunderbolt in the sky, a surge of  energy surrounds him

he lifts up both hands and feels vibrations within his feet

words cannot express, or repress the joy he feels

one leg on the floor, it sets him free, running towards

the horizon, nothing will ever stop him now

free of this disease, free of the pain, free of everything

then as he looks towards the sky, the clouds move out of the way

and words, like fire are scorched into his sight and into his mind

wake up, it's time, they say. So he does.  Back in the darkness all alone.

The white angel walks in, she puts him in his two wheels of steel

she said, "I hope you know, that how you feels is what is real, now be free"

He lies in a state of paralysis where everything moves.

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