Slumber

The clock is ticking,
You look around yourself to see yourself pondering,
Anxious and thinking,
Hoping and believing,
To see and to cling to whatever you feel is right,
Wishing it'll continue,
Hoping it will never end,
It's like a blind faith you thought will come true,
It's a narrow path which you hope you would never take,
You wish for the end but you only see the beginning,
The beginning which begins to suffocate you,
It's like you're clinging into life,
Yet you feel you have nothing,
To what you hope will not come true,
To what you wish will not be,
To whom you wish will become,
To whom you wish to be with,
Wake up,
Wake up,
WAKE UP before it's too late....