I'M
I'm, asleep in my mind
afraid of whats there to find
still wishing I could rewind
to snap me out of this grind
I'm, asleep at the wheel
how should that fact make me feel?
when I'm not sure what is real
layers of sanity peel
I'm, on the dark-side of me
blind but somehow I can see
a third eye discovery
to help my recovery
I'm, destroying the day
the reasons I feel this way
why I am full of dismay
I put my own life on delay
I'll, slap myself awake
always give more than I take
try and give myself a break
always choose real over fake
I'm, awake.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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