When I awake

When I awake to cries and sadness and hatred I ask myself why did I wake.

Why not slumber further and leave the worries of this cruel world behind and drift off..

Why not rest upon darkest skies and move onward into a fantasy land of wonder,

Of joy, laughter and never ending happiness.

Where your past can’t define you, hurt you or ruin you.

Where you are what you make of yourself and no judgmental eyes falls upon your face.

Where you are in charge of your beginning and ending and may edit out whatever you chose.

Is this not what life should be?

If so, when I awake I shall make my dreams reality.