the morning is never the same,
wake up--look at the clock,
Now looking left
How the luck ive gotten myself into
a long wished and winded,
hope evaporating with the fog..
I THOUGHT i knew.
heart was beaten black to blue,
Given life because of you.
Heart beat, yet faint.
a desire to have the wish refrain...
The dream Begins again.

To the right, that clock.
The annoying sounds of Daybreak,
A choice to make.

Do I return?
Back into the realm of Dreams?
Where everything goes planned, imagined, and according to me?
Do I move on?
Stake my claim for the day?
Sit and make way for things...

Looking around now....
Have I given up?
Have I become complacent, compliant, or cordial?
What way should I be?
The way I wake... I declare

A familiar touch of the time
Memory of shine..
Through glass... watching the dust
It's a moment to feel...
As I wake.