DO NOT sew ME*

YProcess of Sewing

While sewn to this wall of shame,
I fell asleep into dark darkness,
Away from where I should.
Imaginations come and sweep the shores of my mind.
Visions of the world past,
And emotions arise.

And I tried to go beyond.
The doors I have never seen,
Open one by one.
Coming out to the galaxy of stars and planets and the sun.
Staying on the far side of the melody

Then,
I hear a voice,
A voice calling out to me
All the truth,
All that I need to make out this sad reality.
I hear the tender voice calling for me.

"Wake up, the time has come.
Awaken, the time is right.
Fly free, my precious doll."