Forget

Forget? I've Forgotten How.

I feel I've forgotten the purpose for which I exist, not that I feel certain that I found it. Rather lost in a daydream, that's how this feels. Like, *pop* and I'm waking up in a bed that is not mine, next to a person I do not know, socializing with people I'm to call friends, living a life that that is apparently mine.

Maybe this moment is a dream. In so many ways, I wish that was true. That this moment can fade away into my subconscious. Good bye the troubles of this day, hello the day when I've long since passed a slow, boring moment like this.

Don't Wake Up

Don't open your eyes, little one.

It's dark and scary, dear me.

There may be battles to be won,

But wait 'till tomorrow and you'll see.

That the world is gone from you hand.

It slipped right through your fingers.

There was a war through the land,

And though it's gone, the feeling lingers.

What happened to the smile you had?

What's wrong with being scared?

I feel their is no glory in sad.

And though your wounds will be scarred.

They'll never be quite the same.

That's okay, you were asleep though it all.

You don't need to feel the shame,

You were asleep while you let your country fall.