| SLEEPWALKER |
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| See him walking down the street His eyes are open, but he's asleep He goes through the motions, unaware If you crossed his path, he wouldn't care He wouldn't even see you there Day after day, he's in a trance Not likely to indulge you with a glance Preoccupied with his own routine Oblivious to the surrounding scene Expressionless, numb, like a machine To wake a sleepwalker is harmful, I've heard Most believe they should neither be shaken nor stirred But I ask you now -- which is worse? To startle them out of their sleep in a burst? Or let them continue, completely immersed? Wake him! ...I say. Shake him to life! Make him to look at you with open eyes A life's being wasted just trudging through time We all have something to offer mankind To let that gift go unrealized is a crime "Why," you may ask, "should we bother with him? Why risk our comfort, go out on a limb?" 'Cause he's one of us, part of us -- to connect is our need If that concept is something you cannot perceive Then maybe you're a sleepwalker, such as he |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |