..and then you wake
fall out of a dream because you were not strapped in,
try to return but you can't find the key and so,
you break into your eyes like you're stealing the mint and
the day oozes in with its mud and like clay your feet start to move as you start to sway when the scent of the morning, the sweat of the night lays on your skin and your breath's like a gray cloud, outside there's a shout but you drown it out in the jet stream of a shower, the power in your head ignites, the night's a memory now,
the dream is not it's all you've got to live on.