Grasp The Apparition

Return to conscious
A brief sigh of regret
The events that occurred
Nothing more than a dream

I lie awake contemplating
Watching the hour hand
As it crawls reluctantly
In endless circles
Go through the motions
And brood the sunlight
Waiting for night to arrive
So that the next musing can begin

Falling forever
This world is not real
Run from your fears
This world is not real
I hope it’s not real

Wake up startled
Sweating, heart racing
Expecting to see everyone
And everything still here
How could something that felt so real
Just be in my head
The realm of reality
Ruled by failure and death

Why even wake up?

Return of the fallen
This world is not real
Grasp the apparition
This world is not real
Why can’t it be real?

This wasteland goes on forever
Every way I look
Endless horizon

Structures change form
The end of gravity
Time shattered the aeons
Faces shift shape
And nothing is real