Things will be different,
next time; of course,
If i don’t see you,
feel you, enjoy you,
in my dreams,
I’ll probably just get out of bed.

Maybe that time,
for the sunday seance,
and the animate ceremony,
i will remember it.
Instead of letting the sweet breeze,
and rain drops lull me back to daze,

And when i do awake,
despite all of my will,
resting there next to me,
i will have what it takes,
to crawl, walk, run,
and wash last night off of myself