Somewhere Else By David Smith

Somewhere Else

Deliver me from the inane, the same and the plain, From the dull, the boring, from the grey and bleak, Release me from the ordinary, show me the extraordinary. Where is the escape from the predictable, where is the inexplicable? Is it beyond the clouds of gloom settled over mountains of doom? Is there a new day, a sun ray to dispel the long night? There is a land beyond melancholy, past the treadmill villages, Where time no longer pillages, where lightning jolts and sinews pull, Where meaning and colour mingle in rivers full. Take me home to valleys fair, where delight scents the air, Warm me again with flame burning life, consuming all strife, Let me run free past cliff and sea, through jungle dense, through land immense. Time will bear me there at last, when all the weight and woe is past, I’ve died a thousand deaths thus far, ten thousand more I can endure, The end of all my dying creeps forwards, I tread the long path homewards. We will awake from dreary slumber, eyes filling with untold wonder, Our yesterdays will all be fled, a speck of memory in their stead, For we have been in chrysalis capture, then to rise on wings of rapture.