Dancing Sheep

When the pen has lost its way When ideas and ink run dry Leave the desk and turn away Take what wings you have and fly Leave facts and figures on the page Free your dreams from fettered sleep And let them take you from the stage To floating fields and dancing sheep. For all we are is never told Nor ever measured by the eye Mostly unseen we just grow old And no one sees us passing by We are the tethered fantasy Most of the time we do not care For most of what the others see Is only what we choose to wear But in the mind's eye's overview We see the parts, the acts we play We know the scripts we follow through Just waiting for the perfect day And maybe, one untroubled night, We'll quietly wish upon a star And in that moment's grip, we might, Have just a glimpse of who we are.