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?

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