Sleepwalking

1/11/11

Walking, dragging, moving through the motions in a daze.
Writing, working, trying to focus in a cloudy haze.
My eyes slipping, wanting to drift, bloodshot, half crazed.
Trying to focus but can't, my mind is in an inescapable maze.

I'm sleepwalking like a zombie in the night.
My brain is so messed up I don't know left from right.
I'm trying to gain control of my mind in this eternal fight.
I feel like I'm in a living dream, all these vivid colors oh so bright.

I'm trying to wake up, stop being here and be out there.
This sleepwalking is making my life a nightmare.
All of this numbness and pain is starting to be more than I can bear.
Sometimes I wish someone, anyone, would look at me and act like they care.

Everyone screams at me to wake up, get your head out of the clouds.
Sometimes I want to listen, other times I don't as their screams are so damn loud.
Sometimes I want to keep sleepwalking, blend with the crowd.
Sometimes the music of the world tells me to wake up too, and I follow the sound.

Today I'm leaving the haze behind.
Leave this ruined dreamland and open my eyes.
This evil trap that once contained me is left to die.
For I have escaped and emerged...alive.