Myopic

Oh how quickly you forget
What happened in reality
When you’ve been
Locked in
Your sweet self-started sleep so long,
Insulated from the world,
Isolated from the world.

Oh how you’d like to forget
What you did
And what you’ve done before,
And will surely do again.
Get out from beneath the covers
Of your dark deceitful mind,
You have to wake up one day.

You’re languishing there
On your pretty padded pillow,
Softening the blows of reality
As you remain, eyes closed,
In deepest slumber,
Blind to the real world,
Blind to what you’ve done,
Blind to yourself.

Wake up! Reality beckons,
And you cannot escape,
Nor will you,
For even if you choose to stay
Upon your darkened path,
The world still sees you stumbling,
Still sees you for what you are: