Songbird

oh, little songbird, you sing so sweetly, so softly, so soulfully, in a way i only wish i could achieve. last night i dreamed pleasant dreams, in which pleasantries are in wonderful abundance-- for naught but in dreams are we free, to freedom's fullest extent. so i flew, this pleasant night, soaring high over this world of hate in which we live during our agonizing hours of wake. oh, little songbird, is this how you live? your soulful song of satisfaction is too happy for Gloom's daytime. the next day i walked a path in which Gloom has full reign. i passed a tattered man, in tattered clothes, who smiled at me despite himself-- for naught but in the dark can we see the light. so i whistled, i whistled a pleasant tune on this Gloomy road, waving up to the souls flying high above, dreamers who will tomorrow see the light. oh, little songbird, you sing so sweetly, so softly, so soulfully, our tunes mix as one-- a dream and a reality.