Wake Me Up At Dawn...

I sleep so deep
That I miss the daybreak.
By the time I wake up-
the sun is scorching
And I feel as if
My life is up in flames..

I refuse to get up,
Hold tightly my pillow,
Turn away the timepiece
And defiantly tell the sunrays-
"STOP ransacking my room."

Let me try to dream my share of dreams-
I know not why I cant..
Until now I've lived at others' pace
But now I am on my own.

Free to dream, and daydream
I know some dreams do come true.
Why is it that you wake me up
Always with your scorching heat
Taking away my cool breeze?

WHY is it that you let me sleep
When your tenderness shows
In the pearls scattered
On the blades of grass?

Why don't you wake me up
when YOU wake up,
when you play in the cloudy cushions
which don't get burnt with heat...

...when reality is more wonderful than dreams.
When the world is new,
The air smells sweet
And flowers bloom...

When daylight is bearable
And one does not want night to come to rescue;
When I am not blinded
by your brightness as I rub my eyes open?

Is it the price I am paying
for staying up at nights,
for keeping my eyes wide open
Even as they burn with the yoke of an
Impending sleep?

Wake me up at dawn,
And not when it is already a day...