wake up, sleeper

wake up, sleeper

everyone is waiting
in the white walls
next to your hospital bed
you living or dead?

outside we are moving
shuffling about
but none of our collective motions seem to count
pleasure sought in the immediate
has rendered vanity, vanity darker doubts

the day you get up
people will make brilliant {things}
like the sun rise, it will happen
we are waiting

wake up, sleeper
wake up
wake up
wake up, sleeper

we're tied to that I.V. like chains
the moment we pull the chord
put our feet on the cold floor
run like hell out the back door
we are wounded no longer
wounded no longer
wounded, no longer lame