Awake

The feeling of closing my eyes

as sleep puts me under its' drug,

amazing and relaxing.

 

Dreaming of all the goals I could accomplish

that seems impossible to achieve,

hopeful but not reassuring.

 

The sound of tweeting outside my windows

reminding me that I am alive and,

able to open my eyes.

 

Not everyone wakes up once sleep lures them in

and those dreams are then unable to be atained,

lost and unfinished.

 

Opening my eyes is the most amazing feeling

letting me know that each day I wake up,

I am able to make my dreams a reality.

 

Appreciate the time we have awake

make the most of it,

love it.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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