Years have gone by, eons surpassed in deep slumber,
Is it the enshrined destiny to which I feel awake,
Or gelid numbness burning within under!!!
Cuffs behold me, and shackles restrain,
Time and space warp in an entangled infinitum,
What follows has always followed, impeccably though,
Like the snarls of my shadow when awake!!!
Is it the presence long cherished in the past?
Or a delusion unaccounted for,
I ask not myself, but you, am I really awake,
Or is it the baritone of snore that I obliviously adore???