Sleeping Away the Daze

Lost in the midst of times feverish advance,
A pact made with the devil, a soul paid in advance,
Wars waged in the mind, without sword or lance,
Now planning ahead, leaving nothing to chance.

All previous plans lost in disarray,
Such is my past history,
Now my soul is laid to waste,
By its owner’s inopportune haste.

Enemies laying siege,
I know it’s hard to believe,
But I am telling you it is impossible to leave,
This earth so hollow, this world so dark,
These people so shallow, this future too stark,
With all of our troubles it is difficult to comprehend,
The fact that little change will come,
The hourglass running out of sand.

When time runs out where will you run?
Where will you go when your work is undone?
How will you live without the bright sun?
Shining on your bones, all to shunned?

I’ve been sleeping away the daze,
Living lost in a haze,
Every memory replays,
In my sleep there’s hell to pay.
Agonized by memory,
Reliving my entire history,
Living without ability,
In the wake of civility.