Visions
Greeted by an alarm clock that deafen my ears
Stretching to make an 180 degree alignment with my arms
Sweet sounds of chirping birds are joyous to hear
As I birth life with fire from my yawn
I sit up and examine the entire room
Looking for something new to appear
A picture of an African Queen stares at me with gloom
As my heart is suddenly filled with a gist of fear
I am alone in my own thoughts, left to drown
Deep breaths seclude me from the walking dead
My thoughts come to a halt, they slow down
As I am quarantined by myself from the thoughts in my head
The clock has struck 8 and I’m trapped in a stance
My mind has begun to play tricks on me
Time has escaped me and has entered the kingdom
As I then prepare to lessen my freedom
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