Waking Up

Whispers all around me, but I don't see a soul Feelings of dread and regret consumes my being Is there some dark spirit around that I'm not seeing? Maybe I'm crazy, but am I the one who's supposed to be playing this role? Dreaming this reality up, yet it seems so real Lucidity is ever so fluent; smooth as can be Pretend time becoming a concrete fantasy Regardless of where I end up, this is surreal They say the white light is prevalent, but I disagree A multitude of shapes and colors are profuse With all of this around me, how could I not exist? Reality is what you make it, I still am the real me Time to make new and to really let loose Haunting the past will be tough to resist