A silent end
To a silent day
Yet still, I go to bed
And so does come
thoughts and dreams astray

So I drink enough
to dull an active mind
For the day next has always come
And morning has always been far more kind

The sun sneaks to my window
and tip-toes past my blinds

And once again
to the call of light
I do arise

I wash my face with water  
but still,
I cannot scrub away the dirt beneath my eyes

And for a time, I might forget
as the night has always come.
So I lay my head down once more again
knowing the sun’s rays will be there
in the morning
to wake me up.