Wake up

Do you want me to show you my world?
Nobody knows about it,
but I maybe be ready to let it open.
Reluctance was wide and open before
about this, but now ‘tis time to get back up.
Time to get back up,
time to get back up.

I can hear constant knocking,
I can hear the noisy breathing.
maybe because I am ready.
Ready to split this sad cascading
shell of my own self and reveal.
Reveal it to the world of people,
because ‘tis maybe the time to get back up.
Time to get back up,
time to get back up.

My world is white, completely,
at least in the beginning.
You probably expected a silver lining,
but no, it’s actually a white blinding patch.
A patch, of light and no disturbance.
then you will hear angels singing,
As the whiteness slowly fades away.
There, darkness. Lovely.
Black and White? No.
‘Tis White and Black now.
The cascading is not normal.

Ooof! Chaos! Disaster!
No, it’s just plain old silence.
You know him already from the
last time you were fed up of someone
else’s silence in a dying conversation.
But you can embrace it in my world.
You can march on in silence,
the victory quite revealing in the day.

People! Oh, no!
Don’t you frown, that’s not true.
There are no people.
‘Tis time to wake up,
‘Tis time to get back up.
Time to get back up.