This Is An Illusion, I Am Not Dozing

Even if you see me, with eyes closed, in the shadows; I am not sleeping under the light of the dark bulbs. I am looking at you bewildered by my slow reactions. On the contrary, I'm very careful when I write; Since I can hear the sound of the ants in action, And the fall of the small needle on the carpet. It's an illusion; my senses are fine; I am not dozing. Listen to the distant echo of the bell ringing, And the blood flowing; everything is working. You can express yourself like revolting peacocks, Or like magpies who sadly just lost their crops. I am protesting: my countrymen are not dogs. I am not asleep. I can hear your thousand excuses. You just woke up the anguish of my Muses; Thus, I'm looking at you mesmerized like frogs.