The Awake

quite, still, silence..... i find it while inside

i step out and hear what i call the awake 

the people are awake

the nature is awake 

the sky is awake 

and its a better place

i think to msyelf i hope to be in this place one day... 

in the awake, 

to be alive or to not be alive does not determine the factors of the awake 

its come from within your eternal fate

you might feel trapped, you might feel alone 

but there is one thing you can do and thats focus on getting home 

as i focus and close my eyes i feel myself being caught by suprise, 

the awake.. the awake ... the awake...  finally

This poem is about: 
Our world

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