wake up early to see how the fog tangles the life that's within a meadow tangles the life that's within myself tangles the movement of my intentions when the spring comes to light the mist like wildfire carried by gusts of wind it lights up the shadows within my mind and paints on the canvas of my illusion the first ray of sunlight wakes all through the valley the fog lays the last breath that winter takes there is a time i will, someday