Three in the Afternoon
I open up my eyes,
The world spins around me.
What time is it?
It's three in the afternoon.
Sick in bed,
Body aching.
Thoughts still locked onto another world.
It's three in the afternoon.
Where has the time gone?
The life that makes the waking?
What was lost and what was gained?
It's three in the afternoon.
How long have I held,
To dreams dark and moody?
Time to wake up!
It's three in the afternoon.
By Lady of Scartha
© 2005 Lady of Scartha
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