It's early and a bit too noisy
I haven't opened my eyes yet
I hear the early bird in hunt of a worm
Maybe I too should get out of bed

Still laying here, I complain, about laying here
Criticism is nothing I like to hear
Then there's this other sound
A neighbor starting up his John deere

moving forward, I pretend I'm dreaming
With so much motivation I still slumber
To ignore my thoughts I think less
Slowly, I count number by number

Not long after I begin to think
To be or not to be at my bathroom sink?
Where I wash my face
Then brush my teeth

Hangovers are the worst
I disapprove of them in every way
I drink because I hate my job, but
Last night was because I knew today was the day before monday.

I work on Monday's...

Appreciation is a hard word for me
There are many who've deserved it
Behind the gestures, a void
Of obligation being forfeited
Why do we ask for trust?
While unsure if we're trustworthy
Each moment after have to practice
to solidify our words to he or she
I plunder myself by ways of commitment
Afraid to back down now
Hoping if the other were in my shoes
They wouldn't give up and let me down
They say it is what it is
Although in the situation at the time
It was, until it became a bad decision
Right before one's eyes
If there is someone that exists
That knows what tomorrow brings
I hope to never meet them
It takes the fun out of surprise
Weakens the strengthening gain
Of a midnight cry
Of course nothing's perfect
I just wish I never knew how to lie.

Please don't call my name
May you just acknowledge I did it
Quietly to yourself
I'm not big on recognition

Awards are handcrafted and praised
I am not searching for any diety
I would receive it, only to overturn it
To someone who didn't do anything

There's no room in my heart for things
My empty hands are full
When I die, I take all of nothing
You can't have a cake and eat it too

Whatever I am honored for
I am honored by doing it
It's hard to hear their applause
While I'm chasing the wind

Seven days, Four times
In a dozen ways
Unpaved roads leading onto bridges
Where many have went a stray
Troubled waters have slaughtered
Ensnared and impaired Sons; Daughters
It feels as if it were a dogma
While definitive as karma
Years and years where few cry
For diverse reasons
I then say, many dance in the rain
When they've made achievements
Keep this generation alive one petitions
Meanwhile to have life and death
Is another's decision
Every life is different
Every death is physics