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A Wake Up Call


Hello!

It's daytime and it seems to be very bright.

The birds are chirping and the wind is howling.

The trees are whispering and the ground is pounding.

 

What can I see that you can't see?

I can see the starry night with cosmic rays. 

I ride a rocket ship to surpass the rocky ways.

I can see the sun shining through my eyes, but wait...

OMG! I am not awake.

 

It's my dream that sterilizes my reality.

I can't live in a life that is not real.

I heard that call again that said, "Hello!"

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Chizong Vang

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