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Post by Devi145 on Jun 3, 2003 8:44:45 GMT -5
As I lay motionless dreaming of things I wish could occur,
People are working through the night to fix what's already been done.
I never thought of this until one morning I awoke to watch the news in a slight blur...
By my stubborness, ignorance, and selfishness craves for me to make 'wishes'....fake hope for me.
When in reality, these people need this help, these people need this belief.
Am I waking up with blurred vision as a result of sleepiness...or are my eyes softly blinded by debris?
Debris that's trapped my eyes, as if my body was hidden under thin pieces of ice and I wasnt able to be relieved.
Starting to slowly wake up now, as if morning calls because it needs me to realize, with no more fogged sight.
Beginning once sleep is brought upon me I wont wish for a secret love, I wont wish for a passionate life.
I'll give my hope, my dreams...my love, for people that dont sleep at night.
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