Lament II

When all that was imagined,

comes alive and meets you face to face..

When you write a character and birth him to a life,

and now he’s alive and right there..

When you wonder how a dream can turn reality,

why do think you have fallen inside the book instead?

Why so tired to even live?

Why.

I’m deeply asleep within my self.

And I wonder, is the sleeping sun to blame.