What a hazy morning
To wake up so early
Yet late
Without the smallest moment
To think of last night
But im reminded still
By the pounding in my head
And walking in zig zags through a quiet house

Driving in the snow
So early in spring
Or so late in winter
Coffee in my hand
But it has me in its own
Holding me above water
Long enough until an hour from now
The clock will stand still