Morning sun beams

Cleanse my mind,

Of the cob webs left behind,

From a deep and dream filled sleep,

To a promise I must keep.

Miles and miles and miles I go,

Through the heavens,

Feeling the flow,

the ease to leave pulls me awake,

as I near the pearly gates.

Should I leave or should I go?

Do the work or never know?

My pact is signed I must appease,

the light filled dragon,

on my right….

reminding me to fight the fight.