PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The Late Awakening,

Caught between reality and illusion,

Hanging in the still-soft dream,

Where the mind floats in sweet confusion.

The laziness on a thread,

Extends like a gentle breeze,

Holds the body in a subtle touch,

Between sleep and the daring day.

Each passing minute,

Is a slow dance, without hurry,

Where time, lacking grace,

Gives way to the unending calm.

The dream refuses to leave,

And laziness, in its delicate thread,

Keeps the moment flowing,

In a waking that unfolds slowly.

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