I pray for peace but it refuses,
The alarm wins after six snoozes.
Body gets bathed and the face gets shaven,
In a rush to catch the shuttle at seven.
The sun is out and the skies are bright,
But the sway of night still holds deep,
I hear the bells ring in a distant temple,
And I keep on walking in my sleep.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; the soul that rises with us, our life's star.
~Illusions, Richard Bach
