How do you feel now that your tears have dried up?
The sands of time have ran out
and the hour has reached zero.

Drift back to reality now, reach out for
normalcy,
but this cannot be--replaced by the "yes man" after mourning.
What have you done for me lately?

Excuse me!  For I know what you do.
No more waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
I will act and strike with haste.

No longer ruled by outdated laws.
I am conjuring my own path.
Laid out before the hole
left in your wake. Wake up!