Sleepers

She sits there oblivious to all around,
Trapped in a bubble,
A 'bubble' called her life,
Those around her,
Trapped also,
Each in their own bubbles,
Bubbles.....

Pockets of reality,
Because its all they know,
What you believe,
Is,
But they don't know that.

They sleep when they're awake,
They're awake in their dreams.

"Life is what you make of it," They say,
Then why don't they look,
Look to the horizon,
And see the infinate possibilities.

To be awakened in the day,
To be awake in sleep.

They yearn to be free,
Truely free,
But until they open their eyes,
And truly see,
They remain asleep.