lying in a wheat field, "the sky light blue" bushels of puffy white
clouds go drifting by you. the wind dosn't change with it's nice cool breeze going by,once again you're a child enjoying lifes high.
the sun caresses your face, you feel like floating in the air,
your a child that has no worries to care.the weight of thought begins to make your eye lids fall,the child falls asleep and dreams of beauty
impossible to recall. now you're no longer a child amd sandman has
covered what consciousness can see, what you thought was impossible becomes possible with his key. now in your dream of a child lifes meaning seems clear, why did our subconscious lock these secrets up here, i've got to wake up and share what i know but now the light i see will not let me go, so by some chance you too slip away let us hope it is within the childish dreams that the sandman locked away.

oh, the mental mind of man.