Don't speak a word anymore,
I'm not yet fully awake
been this way for a while,
while you've been calling me puerile.

It could be a little trouble,
when I turn to you again,
for I won't remain stagnate,
more harder for you to tolerate.

When I awake from this sleep,
you might go the other way,
but that way won't be normal,
'cause you've even called me irascible.

You're what I've started to see,
after chasing a world unseen,
Call my name, I'm deep in stoic,
for you call me once, you have no choice.