Slumber

How does one know when to wake?

Are we too pampered by our peers to see that we pose as nothing more than mere distractions? Or shall we persevere in the face of pretense, fighting our lost cause, each petty victory a groundless morsel of gratification?

But in our folly we continue our bliss, for blind hearts see not the warmth of true light, yet still embrace its ideal.

If such is sleep, then do not wake me.