Comatose

Time passes quickly

And there is no knowing 

Of what may come sweetly

Of what may come devouring 

The future of the sleeping.

I can't stay alone

In a place

Where it's not my home.

Take action, take time

In your hands and pray 

For all that's left 

Is in delay.

Wake up from the dream 

And live, instead.

No matter what comes to seem,

Time waits for nobody,

For it murders the dreams of friends

And dies by its own hands.

Snap out of the comatose

And live for once more

For the lives of those

Who have fallen to sleep.