Crowed

Crowed. when we sleep we breathe so freely because our eyes are closed; strangers try to see right through me but my eyes show them exposed; a wooden ship guides me nearly but the compass it told; a mind can think so very clearly but emotion overflowed; remembering life was so very easy when your mind was controlled; all alone isn't bright and breezy in the dark forest lost and very cold; I see a blurred light to always greet me as I awake to the bird as it gently crowed.