I got up early,
In early morning,
The visions appeared dull.
Maybe I lived too much yesterday
And maybe it was the mull.

My lungs are alone in this
World of olive-green.
Reality seems so harsh while
You're living out your dreams.

To clasp the stars in my hands,
My feet must let go of the earth.
To relinquish this hold,
In poetry told,
Is to discover all I am worth.