To Wake You

Did anybody ever come to you
To wake you, out of this unending sleep?
I'm here to stretch your mind. The dismal sheep
Want us to think they've thought everything through,
But they're just following a dream that grew
Until it covered up their eyes that weep
With longing for the real world. This is deep,
Dramatic, dark, traumatic, troubling, true.

It's easy to believe a fantasy,
But hard to face the truth, the stark result
Of all those pointless dreams, a perfect cult.
But you were sleeping, so they called on me
To shake your shoulders briskly, maybe see
If you could face things like a real adult.