Are we awake? Stretching from a long dream. Guided through our thoughts by slumber.
Are we awake? Rising beyond the canopy of haze. Rising beyond the tangibility of touch.
Are we awake? Now? Shaken by a repetition of alarms.
We are awake now. Becoming aware of all things. Moving in others. Guiding our hand to alarms and clocks.
We are awake now. Drenching ourselves in monotony of haze. Falling towards the reality of touch.
We wish to be awake. We hope not, as we move towards a concrete block of quotas.