A Book of Poems

World of Sleepwalkers

The weight of awareness,

crashing around me.

'reality' being colourless,

dying scenery. 

Meanings around dissipate,

world's crashing.

not knowing of 'fate',

time passing.

Oh how maddening it is,

alone in this awareness.

they say ignorance is bliss,

the aware plaged by madness.

 Oh how I am awake,

In this world of sleepwalkers.

Many time's I'll break,

being an dreamer.