Get Up

Smell the coffee beans roast burning In what is supposed to be Living The storms have long since past But its wind still blow in your ears A souvenir chained firm on your wrist Leeching off the joys that once were The sun drowns in the ocean And with it your soul, A small pleasure we once appreciated Means nothing, just another load Weighing heavy on our shoulders And you remain the silent ghoul My petitions are still hollow Oh, if you’d only hear me Then my yearning love you’d see Awaken from this frivolous sleep Get up! , For I will wait no more For Ignorance’s bliss fades