Asleep
We know our destiny
We know our ending
We know our duties and expectations
We know our consequence
We know our reward
Why aren't we acting upon it?
Is it possible for no to pass this test
Why are we folling things that don't make sense?
That give but don't last
Are we under a curse of forgetting?
Or is the truth to out of setting
Are we doomed into an enchanted sleep?
That needs a prince to make us sweep
Out of our endless sleep
I am rising and falling
My thoughts are bombing
They keep me up for the night
They wake me from my soundest sleep
To watch the people around me disappear and gloom ASLEEP
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