Remember
When everybody’s dreaming
You’re awake
In the morning light
When everybody’s dreaming
You’re awake
In the morning light
Dreaming
Of a field of daisies
And lovely little sunbeams
Reaching your skin
And dancing
On your face
Hoping
That you can breathe easily
when the stones on
Your heart
Fall apart
Touching
The sky and feeling
Free and autonomous
Is being happy all that?