The oxygen is thin but the morning lets more in and the day will soon begin, Oh! how wonderful, he thinks, sometimes he doesn't think at all, at times he overthinks, reflections in the kitchen sink him,

oxygen still thin?
well, at least it has revived him where the night had yet again denied him the opportunity to sleep.

and this wondering, how come
has one more facet come undone
one less sparkle in my eye?
I
wonder why I wonder why.