It's funny when you wake up
And reality slaps you in the face
Awake for two hours since
Weighing up a dilemma, that only lets me wince
As the realms of possibility
Disappear to a far off place
As ways of getting there,
And then getting back
Fall into a chasm of despair
During the last three moons now gone
Awaiting a carriage home, Can be at least
Three hours long
The only frequency
Is in their unreliability
Oft ive awaited two to three hours
And one time more
So with sadness
And much regret
I may have to abandon
This weekend of rainbows, yet
Unless i lasso
A flying pig asleep
Or ride atop Pegasus
Or simply, quietly, weep

by Jemia