WAKE ME UP

Wake me up, please, in the morning it would be nice.
This dream perpetually the same.
A bad dream repeating itself
Or is it the semblance of an existence.
Maintain good posture and floss regularly.
Going down the water mains -the dreary routine.
A river of a dream that cannot come true.
Flowing into my eyes and the brain.
Futile as a ghost or an apparition that cannot scare.
Just as some ragged scarecrows lonely standing in the fileds of time.
Parallel lines that never meet.
Our lives lonely and heremitical.
Heroic deeds went down the drain.
No strong foundation to dig  your heels in.
Mellow and soft soil seeping slowly from beneath our feet.
Scarecrows with no second chances.
And empty minds and hearts longing for the Queen or King of Hearts.