I've been waiting for some kind of moment
to come and prise open my sleep filled eyes,
to drag me by the trembling, clammy hand
and take me to where some joy could arise.
I won't find anything with my eyes shut
constantly dreaming in my risk-free bed
but I can't find the courage to get up
and start looking towards the days ahead.
I get jealous of people who are sure
because I hate these autopilot ways
where everything I do is so idle
and I am merely seeing out my days.
So it's about time that I took control
and spark some life into my greying soul.