Dream dust in your eyes

If you're already dreaming

The sandman might just pass you by

But you're up and moving

There's a fuzzy coating over your eyes

You barely notice the warmth of the sun

Or the coolness of the breeze kissing your cheeks

Can you even feel your face?

Do you know where you are?

You live here, but can you call these walls and that door home?

Does it matter that laundry is piling up in the corner of your room?

It seems you're alone

All this time stuck in some neutral design

It feels impossible for you to wake up now

Maybe you're just not in a deep enough state

Write him a letter

Maybe he's only running late