The Dreams in My Box

Last night I was quite tired and weary,

With my eyes open, I saw a fairy,

Oh! Was she someone known?

Indeed, I am the shadow she once owned.

She urged me to unravel,

The dreams in my box,

To shun all my fears and

Open all the closed locks,

Enter the gate of freedom,

Play the guitars, marimbas and drums,

It is high time to see the flowers,

The way they are,

It is high time to fly,

And feel the colours of the sky!

There are demons and jungles,

And dark tunnels and dungeons,

There are chasms of the unknown,

And corners and spaces so lonely and alone.

So what! Why fear and not answer back,

Why not throw the evil in the abysmal sack!