While I am falling soundly asleep
I resume staring at this screen.
Looking around, seeing many things creep,
Creeping forward out of teen.

Look up at the nights sky,
See the wonders it holds in its stars.
I keep waiting as time passes by,
Little, by little coming closer to wars.

During these wars I ponder
If there will ever be any.
Come he will from yonder,
Leaving these cries, awaking the souls of many.

A sudden chill comes over
Time has stopped, Apocalypse not be sober.
This hell has frozen over,
Sun light and the Heavens beaming lower.

Clouds in the sky part from each other.
The Sun's light brighter down
Conquering misery much further.
This hell disappears and he gives me his gown.

I ask thee what he calls thou 'st.
He tells me and it is the name of thy.
Thou art me in the future and past.
Thou art in hopes for dreams.