Life lifts its head in the wakefulness of morning
It turns to the side and gazes at the wall
Should I get up to change or stay the way I am?
It wonders as it holds its tainted clothing
Leaning down to stretch the limbs it clings to
So earnestly it hopes to become free
But when and where can life escape its own flights?
And how can what’s desired understand?
If some could see the things the clouds do cover
The kingdom waiting only for the known
Perhaps the life we have would modify its stations
And decide to wake with change upon its lips