The Flash

I am locked up inside a house of solid glass
Open to every look of the one's who pass
Moments of fantasy trade with those of void
Images of repose, repress the worldly toil

I can't tell the difference between what's real and dream

Is this the land of riches the path to our source
Is this the only key to unlock all the doors
Or has my fantasy once again fooled me
Will the signs I see next fail to free me

I can't tell the difference between what's real and dream

As if I awake from the deepest sleep
And as if the road to being seems less steep

These glassy walls that have surrounded me
Break and give way for a flow of energy
Freedom I sought and for which I have paid
Strides over my strongly built barricades

The self I really am that was once disguised
Evolves to the fullest - starts its steady rise
Rids the broken pieces of my shattered past
It overcomes the fear - weight, I've lost at last

Now there's just space endlessly new to me
The flash of light enables me to see
And my view touches horizons as serene
As the source of all that I have ever dreamed