Awake

Wakefulness is a song.

that necessitates the bringing along

of abrupt openness

Yes, I am awake.

My arms are burdened with weights.

I cannot perpetuate this bliss of ignorance.

I am awake for

slavery is slavery

when my mind is shackled.

Do I hear that still?

The still that wills me to propel

beyond these blasted four walls

that stare me in their 

wicked beige

Yes, I am awake.

I see the pantomime.  

I cannot perpetuate the bliss of ignorance.

Where be the stairs that lead to sleep?

The doors are barred

I cannot escape 

being awake.