What Time is It?
Some time after I fall asleep, I wake with a start
Not sure where I am; a sense of dread in my heart
Where am I? How did I get here? What time is it?
I try in vain to clear my groggy head, just a bit
Thoughts make no sense; I’m out on a limb, and about to fall
My mind doesn’t work; confusion rules all
As I try to make some kind of sense
of the world around me, what is meant
by the strange vision I’m beholding, it’s just not fair!
people ask me questions who aren’t really there
I’d swear later that their voices were real,
as well as the emotions and pain that I feel
Such a strange time when I first come awake
I’m in a netherworld, where the real is now fake!
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