They see their way
Through pain and sufferings.
But never trying to fulfill
Their completion to overcome.
Just barely is enough for them.
Wake But Not A-w-a-k-e.
They criticize one another
They complain about what others do.
Then they do it themselves
Without recognizing
They do the same thing too
Wake But Not A-w-a-k-e.
They walk among the living
Like they are this worlds Bread.
No attempt to do better
Although thats what they said.
We're living among the dead.
Wake But Not A-w-a-k-e.
They beg what they need
And buy what they want.
They get angry with you
Because you can see
They just fronting.
Wake But Not A-w-a-k-e.
Cecelia Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wake-but-not-a-w-a-k-e/
