suffocated

listening to canon..
staying awake from night till morning..
forcing myself to sleep..
it's already 9am..
why am i still awake?
really wish that i can play a guitar or a piano..
which i can play my heart out..

while forcing myself into sleep,
i have the wildest imagination..
why not something happen..
when i open a book?
when i fall in to the bath tub?
go to another world?
have super powers?
like those in movies or mangas..
why?
why am i born into this piece of boring world?
where people work and work for their future..
study and study, work and work,
for money? family? future?
what's a future?
to live on?
don't know what to look forward for tomorrow..
today was like yesterday..
is my tomorrow gonna be like today?
yesterday, today, tomorrow... seems like a crazy routine..

p/s: give my life back, Mr.Time..
i'm calling out, can anyone hear me?