Lost in a dream.

Lost in a dream where I am free,
To weightlessly  soar on blue skies.
I'm the calf that's spared the abattoir,
The faith that never dies!
I am the mushroom hidden deep,
There in the earth below.
My isolation born of fear.. 
Solitary figure... lost in woe.
 My years of darkness have bred in me..
 a sickness .. a death of will..
And led me to feel pain  and melancholia...
Greater still.
A meal of angst, despair and rage,
Served daily on a plate.
The walls I built, the lengths to which I danced
 a jig with fate...
All in vain..
The will of life has driven me from below...
The life of the mushroom cast aside..
In search of hope I go.