When I rose this morning, With sweat on my head. I noticed the difference, And climbed out of bed. The warmth of the room, Helped not the gloom. And no-ones soft breathing, This place is a tomb.
The quiet unsettled, And this for hope. I dressed up disheveled, Feeling much like a joke. Drudging about, As the clock again spoke.
Into the brightness, Glad for cologne. Smelling awesome makes you feel awesome-sidenote The gears started grinding, Tires gripping the road. Music not helping, As louder it grew Thoughts ever flooding, While ashes flew. The minutes were seconds, Finally something to do.