The boy stands in solitary darkness.
Warm breath misting in the frosty air.
Plea’s rising up in smokey tendril swirls.
   “You are the lizard king,
     You can do anything.”
The stars move for me.

An owl screeches,
His wisdom nestles me in its comforts.
All eyes are open.
Seeking answers to ancient mysteries.
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
Hey man, where are we anyway?
Is this a dream?
WAKE UP!