If I don't wake up

• by Mark Napier

  
  
  
• Wake up
  Time calls me yet again,
  pulling me from the bliss of sleep.
  Wooing me as one does a friend,
  dragging me from dreams upon my feet.
  Wake up
  Leave me be to my treason of dreams,
  a scarlet landscape littered with pleasure.
  I know all here is not what it seems,
  where pain and woe comprise my barren treasure.
  Wake up
  I don't want to play the game of life,
  a shallow world mirrored by the one of sleep.
  Soaked in misery and strife,
  with gnashing of teeth and tears to weep.
  Wake up
  Will I ever to leave this wretched land,
  where the scars keep score?
  This dreary existence's end my plan,
  for if I dont wake up I can sleep forever more.