The Alarm Clock

I am an alarm clock. I’ve been buzzing for the past few years But it was easy enough to ignore My gentle protest and continue to slumber As of recently the noise has grown louder. You’ve been hitting snooze, But each passing day it grows harder For you to stay at rest. You don’t want to wake up. The dreams are so comforting And you know reality is a let down, But the sound has grown penetrating The time has come to make a choice Either listen to the warning that is breathing in your brain Or surrender to your weakness And become a slave in name. I am an alarm clock And I am sounding the alarm Like Paul Revere did years ago I’m riding down the lane Screaming, “Wake up!” Entry Filed under: [Posts from Prison](http://joshwolf.net/blog/?cat=3)