Sleepwalker

[Drek]

Wakeful unreality, 

sleeping reality...

I don't know who I am,

I don't know what I am,

I don't know where I come from...

I lose myself,

I detach myself 

from the time and space barriers,

sinking into another world.

I vigilantly sleepwalk,

I sleepwalk from lack of ideas,

from too big external catastrophes, 

from selfishness and unusual malevolence.

I don't know anyone around me,

I don't acknowledge anyone except myself,

I don't see happiness and harmony,

is this our life, nonlife...

I wander in my subconsciousness,

looking for traces,

looking for answers,

I close myself more and more.

I'm sleepwalking 

in a world of discontinued pictures 

illusions of people,

and live creatures,

but all of those are just machines...

Greedy,

bloodthirsty,

malicious...

TERMINATORS...

I don't recognize time,

I don't recognize space,

vigilantly sleepwalking in miserable reality.