Friday Evening

To the world that exists only in your dreams
As you lie awake at night
In the life that makes your heart sing
And your heavy soul take flight

Forget the clock that leads your life
And tethers you to what is real
Listen to the playing fife
Strike the bell, hear it peal

For as you walk along the street
And do what you feel you must
Your life will never be complete
Or worth nothing more than dust

Learn to soar up to the sky
And grasp the stars in your hands
Tarry on where the dragons fly
Do what your heart commands