I once woke up missing something,
A place that did not exist,
The alarm was like a final ring,
And that thing was held in my fist.
What I held was not of human design,
And I must have been sleeping still,
As I began to see the hints and signs,
That it was more a time or a place, if you will.
Gazing at this world in plain view,
Deep sadness consumed me as I stared,
Every inch of my sleeping body knew,
I could never be there.
In this tiny world,
Yesterday did not happen,
Tomorrow was never to be,
And these people treated today,
As if it would last for all eternity.
As I awoke not sure what I was missing,
I am sure I would have wept,
Only,
I was afraid they were listening.
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