Wake up wake up
I find the darkness staring back
Its pleasant but devoid of any smell
About which I may read in books
Or listen to in songs
Look out look out
Out of the window
And look at the grey buildings
Surrounding me
The trees and the wires colliding
Step out step out
Out the house
And join the rush
Rush to reach, rush to work,
Rush to make yourself
A bigger and juicier investment
And then once in a while
I take a moment to look up at the sky
The various shades of blue
Specked with white and grey clouds
Dashed with white-gold rays of sun
I find my own piece of heaven
My personal piece of heaven
Dream in colors 