The world is constantly speaking
through dreams and memories.
A brighter day; this is the prospect
I’ve been imagining.
Look upon me with open eyes,
I’m finally shedding my disguise.
Gaze no further for your demise.
You are weak.
A paradoxical contemplation.
Resolve conflicting with meditation.
Eyes closed, it’s your bitter end.
Hibernation is your permanent
state; you didn't begin.
Come forth to its call.
Separated from those
who seldom see all.
Before they'll let you stand,
it’s filth through which you will crawl.