Try to free the soul. Though it's hard to find. Trapped inside a hole, in the pillars of your mind. Yearn to feel the waves, Scrubbing golden sands. To the Moon they are but slaves, Obeying his commands. Searching for a dream, Lost in the faceless night. Awaken with a scream, Clinging moist with fright. The bleakness of the day, With boundaries and fences. At night it does give way, Submitting to our senses. Are these words but dreams? A fleeting moments gasp? Their light eternal gleams, Just always out of grasp.