Of what was and what could be Standing across a funeral pyre Visibly shaken, I am shocked Rather uptight, tongue tight
Fire flames, pile of woods Rustling trees, a familiar scene Still in slumber, mind at ease Stood here before, like in dream I have been
Seconds fly while eternity I burrow Believed they were free, in a self-imposed cage They walked right by, my eyes followed Yet still I am here, in the depths of my rage
Stiff as a plank, locked in a stare Like a rooted tree, I gawked I was ceased, surprisingly pleased Like in formation, a metamorphic rock
As the vision blurred Finally I broke free Distant albeit aware Silhouetted face Perpetual revelation Like a puzzling grace Strange but true Awaken! All that I am It is you.