As the Sleeper Awakes

The decision is mine, will I remain the same? The cost of getting forced into something that used to be a game. The fragments of joy, the fragments of faith I can still recall when I feel that I'm present. I just know, if there's anything to regret, I would've been told. Counting hours, counting days. Will you listen, will you play? Is there anyone who can get it done? Taking me back to the place that I once belonged? What if tomorrow was gently taken away from me, away from me? Awaking the memories, was I meant to get old. Repressing the agonies, start breaking the mold. And the faith comes back to life, still waiting for a constant thing to react. But I will save myself some of the time. Keep aiming for a constant thing to react. As the sleeper awakes! Mesmerized by the memories that walk by my side, shelter comes easy. As soon as sadness sets in, by an impulse the search will begin. Searching, collecting all the things I possess. Detecting the insight I've earned in distress. Learning, finally I know how to breathe. Turning, turning away from the greed so unpleasant. It strikes whenever I call, so relentless as I fall. A grand awakening will kill it all. Nevertheless I'll be my own precious God! I can't resist the things I've missed, and I'll make sure that it will last the time I will insist. What if tomorrow was gently taken away from me, away from me? Awaking the memories, was I meant to get old. Repressing the agonies, start breaking the mold. Start breaking the mold! And the faith comes back to life, still waiting for a constant thing to react. But I will save myself some of the time. Keep aiming for a constant thing to react. As the sleeper awakes!