"Awakening"
Become absent from your fanciful sphere of existence
That vision of something ideal
You're in a deep dark fancy
Where you float on your own state of gloom
You could drift for hours
Yet when the time calls you to arouse
You have no choice but to search blindly
It turns out that it was all one big LIE
But one strife is, How come such great matters have to die?
~Lisa
Adams