6:00 Am

The alarm rings at 6:00 am I'm still wrapped up in my sheets I'm floating aimlessly in my world A subtle world no-one can see Let me stay In my bed Amid my sheets In my head I'm eaten up by harmless thoughts By virgin juvenile blameless dreams I wish to propel my thoughts outside Where merciless frigid cold presides Where the heartless lions tear my thoughts apart Into a world that knows no heart I wish to float into the ice But I prefer to stay inside Here— Here— Here—I find breath I find life Picturesque shields Masking strife My haven—the sheets I'm not willing to leave The warmth—dust of thought They make me believe I'm unspoiled and free Freezing cold amid flames I'm safe and real My reality's to blame I'm pure I'm holy And I'm pristine Omniscient and powerful Fragile—cracked—and freed What awaits outside for me Still remains a mystery The first step's the most painful It's a step I will not make I'd rather rot here, disdainful Instead to step outside and break I'm not ready to wake up Be rid of my own bed I wish to drown into my dreams The confusion in my head I want to stay wrapped up in my cocoon Where I can soar with all my might In here it's fake; the sun can croon And what's more fake is my own flight ... Am I dreaming Or is this true Am I in bed Or floating blue? I'm not aware I'm not too sure The colors are dull The crystal hues I want to sink into the darkness Stay invisible till God knows when But what will I do if the clock— Has really stricken 6:00 am?