As I go through life, I wonder where I’m going.
Haven’t I been down this road once before?
Haven't I seen the anguish, the heartache, the pain?
As I walk, I cannot help but question where it is taking me.
No one knows for sure where it leads; where it stops.

Whenever I feel trapped, like a prisoner or a bird in a cage,
Subject to all the demands of the day;
the tugging, the pulling, the constant drone of demand.
I close my eyes and soon my spirit rises upward;
I begin flying like the giant egret above me.

When loneliness bids, I go to my hideaway amongst the flowers.
The wind against my face cools and refreshes my soul.
The smell of fresh mown grass awaken all hesitation.
In my dreams I see the treasures that I have obtained.
Like a healing salve, these dreams become my comfort.

Fresh milk from a mother's breast, provides nourishment.
A gentle stirring of reeds flows gently in the wind.
I listen to the whirring, whirring of the cicadas.
Dreams without limitations. No boundaries. No cares.
I am free, my dreams and I. I am free.