AWAKENING CREATURES

[I]THE[/I] door closes so slowly, viewing behind it all the places desolate;
the shadows are tesselate, engraving messages depicting pegasus.
Lives immaculate, permit the remains of time through one abacus...
Energy would omit the matters that plead in means of the advocate.

NOT having it, the clocks tick to an approaching limit to which I burst,
I'm a maverick, I stick to my own plans and quench the things I thirst.
From the day's first, I stick to a linen chrysallis I'm easily encased in,
to pass the speeding seconds as me and time are historically racing.
The hall I'm facing is a labryinth of secrets leading into many rooms,
Secluded in gloom, I ponder why I must awaken on this day so soon.
The sun raised to engulf the moon in a light that burns my lazy eyes,
and I actually seemed like a well-dressed person in this crazy disguise.
And maybe girls and guys, you'll one day face this very same problem,
to balance coffee in one hand, tie in the nother, with skin like a goblins.
With misplaced shoes, hobblin, a dirty shirt, and even more tired features.
I'd bag groceries with my eyes, on another day of an awakening creature.