The awakening


woke up at dawn, while the sun still slumbered.

The world around me was silent, my presence small and insignificant.

Clarity washed over me and made me see the shallow side of me.

To fight is the only way we feel alive. 

Chasing rainbows, endless journeys to nowhere.

While wars are raging and children clutch to broken dreams.

We try to forget more than we care to remember.

Our desire to be free brings us closer to the edge.

The edge of reason, the edge of humanity.

We cover our eyes and close our hearts. 

We turn away and hide from the mind consuming reality.

We build our beliefs on the empty promises of mindless politicians.

And as the world comes crashing down around us, we turn to see we've been alone all along.

And we imagine a world before we became what we are.

Our hearts ace with anticipation and we wake before dawn, while the sun still slumbers...

The End

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