eyes open to the sight of light
proceeding to roll out of bed
starting my day a painful cycle
wanting to be asleep once again
I am in deafening silence here
ears bent to the hesitant sight
relapsing back into life
how the world can be so trite
now disoriented in the moves
like a sculptor without material
demand of names; I couldn't care
I'm only here to ponder and muse
instead I'm drowning in hopes
a moon in their glossy eyes
in mine a speck of color
chained by elder voicing thought
contorting the girl that dreams
always befallen until instant sleep