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