Tomorrow I'm going to wake up
The same person, in love with that one girl
From a long forgotten past, hiding it well
I'll carry the weight of it through the hours
As the troubling cries of children fill the summer streets
And my car amidst the many corpuscles of this city
Reeks of a thin air of smoke and pride
I'll be the same person in bed, a memory in someone's head
A lonesome struggle emerges in the hearts of my mother
She cares a little, I do too
But its just enough to fill the silences of our neatly decorated lives
I'll come back to these things, and a little dog who changed it all
It's May, I know it tonight because its loveless as the summer heat
A drenched sweet air fills the trees, flowers, and street
But there is a lightness in my every step because I'm sure
That I'll be the same person when I wake up in my bed
A fountain pen and river of consciousness pours this poem
Time feels like a malleable object, spanning decades in this lyric
And lasting only a few seconds in bed, spending an eternity
Dreading over the past instead
You and I can walk into the skies, but we are chained
By our desires, and dreams seem to belong elsewhere
On this bench, it does feel like I'm free
It's a memory, I shall share from a little corner in my head
Her scent, sweater, sweetness, and kindred spirit
Lips, hips, and hair, all effervescent as the next day
Vaporized and emulsified into time's ocean and outer space
She often told me that you are just a small instance of my life
But the pain inside has left a lasting trail of scars and human faces
Everywhere I look I see you in them, even in a cup of tea
Our species is a strange one, its evolving everyday
As time fades and space expands, why do I feel the same?
So, many raindrops fall from the sky, often they feel like one sound
But those that fall on her face after a hard day at work
They seem special, like God had made that moment for us
Since then, I have changed because of her