I Could Only Dream

I’ve risen through the light of day
Pushing and pulling through the darkness
Climbing through shit and mud
I breath in clean air and for the first time
I bathe in a blissful existence.

Having no concept of time or space
I take my time
Making it last
Only, of course, it doesn’t

Falling and falling
I cry into the night
A cloud of dust surrounds me
In a brown aura
Now I could only dream of my
Lungs full of clean air

My all consuming fantasies plague my existence
Leaving me tired, but full of hope
Hope of seeing day once more
Hope that is never fulfilled