Time To Rise

Waking up in a cold sweat. Heart racing in my chest. What will the day bring? Can it be worse than the night? Working all day in the summer heat. Throat parched, needing water. What will tomorrow be? Could it be worse than today? Wolfs welcome the moon. The air becomes crisp. Not a sound to be heard, nor a sight to be seen. Now I lay my broken body to rest. Dream, Dream, Dream. I dream of sweet things, that will never be. Dream, Dream, Dream. I would dream my life away if I could. For it is better, and more peaceful, than any I know of now. Waking up in a cold sweat. Realizing that my dream is over and its time to rise.