Slowly I awake,
slowly as the sun shines through the windowpane,
slowly does my sentience return and slowly begins my brain,
begins my brain to think of the day,
and slowly my thoughts they burst into life as if magic,
magic appearing out of the air,
from where I do not know, and from where I do not care,
for all that matters is that they are there,
dancing through me like a dervish,
and guiding me to what shall be,
dancing through my mind and enquiring of me,
what do you want, what shall we do,
what shall we see,
where shall we go and with who shall we be,
but it does not matter to me as long as I am happy,
so, give me inspiration and positivity,
and that to me is certainly not to be found,
in the high streets spending money,
but walking across the fields to the sea,
for when my brain awakes,
and when my legs have had their fill of rest,
in the summer sun I will walk to the sea that blesses me,
blesses me with its magnificence,
and its tranquillity and its beauty,
and in it I will marvel at the roar,
and the crashing of its waves upon the beach,
and I will watch in admiration,
at the flight of the birds in the sky,
and I will marvel at the sun,
and I will watch the clouds,
and all the myriads of the variations, that nature does allow,
and I will contentedly watch them go by,
and there will be no stress,
and no need for sighs,
for that is how it will be,
and I will be me when my brain awakes,
for in nature from stress I am liberated,
and I am truly free.
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