Sleepwalking on Glass

Sleep, oh man
Time wasted in Dreams
Or fantasies that will never come true
Life doesn't stand still
It progresses with each moment
A twitch of the eyes
As you turn to a side
So does the clock's hands
Reality is waiting
A rude awaking
The world as you know it is still the same

Oh In my dreams
I have changed the world
Saved count-less lives
I traveled its face and
Found the meaning of Life
My heart is content when I sleep
For its all in my control

Sleepwalking is what you do
Wrapped up in your blanket of self-comfort
Its just a excuse for not trying...
The World can't change itself
But change is in the glance of a mirror
Prepare yourself for tomorrow
Open your eyes
For we will all sleep one day
When we are dead
But as for now
Awake up early
Greet the rising sun

Published November 16, 2009 Write a comment
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Ismael Iniguez
i only sleep about 3-4 hours a day, I just think its a waste, lifes to short to spend it sleeping. thanks for the feedback :)
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heterodynemind
It's true; most of the Saints deprived themselves of sleep, for in their mind this life was their one chance to do something about things down here that seem unacceptable.
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