There is I suppose a context to this, the poem itself is an attempt to represent our "other" in a dialogue poem. So I looked around and found one of my others who has a habit of rising to the top alot of the time. And here he is.
“Go back, back to that homely tomb,
Lie in your bed and sleep through life,
Ignore the fall of sand upon the glass.”
“But rise I must to greet the glimmer,
Day’s first rays peek even now through.
And I must be out and about the world.”
“Why go to that world of pain and strife,
Why rise only to wish you were a slumber
Why walk when you can fold up here.”
“What would you have me do, stay?
Weighed down by ethereal nothings
Like cold steel bars across chest and shoulders
And confined to that black despair of rest
Which gives no respite, no relief, no end.
When I sink into that oily night I do not dream,
A dream requires freedom, and I am never free,
Merely sucked under the slimy sickness of sleep
Clasping my self and suffocating the mind buds
That dwell within.”
“So you sleep sound, away from nightmares,
How hard for you to bare such burdens,
Better to lie still, there’s worse out there
Than oblivions embrace.”
“But I must wake-up Sleeping Man!
The world does not wait for me to wake
If I stay locked in sleep much longer
The world will sprint on by and leave me
Laying there collapsed, consigned to dust.”
“It will abandon you regardless, dump you
Like the sack of self-righteous shit you are,
It’s too fast, too callous, too real for you
To bear. So why try to get back up,
Why insist you run into wall after wall,
Till it has more of your blood on it than
Your heart beats through that sandy breast.”