I woke up to a voice who said I had been dreaming...

And I missed....
I missed everything.

Oh heaven please help me from falling back again.
In hibernation, a century of loneliness.

So I stay at home in my own world.
And I kiss it all goodbye.
Life never seemed so elegant but so trite.

No love, no loss, there is only air.
I feel no pain there is only here.

But this shall be the end of endless sleep.
I must stay awake.

I only want to hear and see what I see.
Why is this all that I can hold in my hands?
All these phrases and voices buried in snow