Is it my time

The window holds no joy anymore There's no need for knocks on my door My time, my hesitation subsides Life's true mystery, no longer hides My bed is my jail, my cage today My reason to be, I miss lay My thoughts dull, my memories fog I reach for them, so tired of the slog Each day, each hour one and the same I'm not bitter as I am glad I came But my bed is my jail, my cage today My reason to be, I mislay So is it my time? My call to above Will God send my key with a dove Releasing my body from my soul To begin my rise, my final stroll I left my bed no jail, no cage today For those left behind now, I love and pray.