Beautiful Disaster

Wake Up

Wake up, dreamer
You've got to start living
You're wasting away
A beautiful life
Your only limits
Are you own limitations
Hold nothing back
As you grasp independence
Brush past the ignorance
The sneers
The nay-sayers
And embrace
The golden rays of the rising sun
The fresh dew of a fine, spring morn
The gentle ripples of a babbling brook
And the cricket's serenade
I said wake up, wake up
You're living in a fantasy
But soon you'll wake up to see
It's too late

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