The Healing Ceiling

Oh to be laying on a bed Of soft feathery fern To rest my weary head Not much left to learn Except to look at the ceiling There above the world And know that what I'm feeling Has brought my life unfurled Freedom will come back to me Freedom from the pain of life Because for a moment I can see & for a while I'll handle strife Out here in the wild Nothing can really matter Soon will come my time to go No importance if I'm fatter Whether I'm dark or fair Whether I'm short or tall Black blond or red hair doesn't count at all What matters is the heart Caring as a whole Making a fresh start To heal bleeding soul When an end you are expecting Every moment is a treasure Of conflict your more accepting Enjoying life with more pleasure I need to get back out there Away from the bother and clutter Letting go of things, worry and care Sludgy as a filthy gutter It all holds me back And I know the cure But there's something I lack My abilities are fewer So I look out at my flowers And try to get the feeling Of spending peaceful hours under starry ceiling Surrounded by a sea of stars Earth itself for my bed Wondering if there's life on Mars Releasing pointless fear and dread Maybe I can push my body To get up and go But ,oh damn and hodge podgy It's so painful and slow.