Goodmorning
Caught between the covers of the morning's grey and lightThere's no strength for movement or lifts
Just waiting for the sleep to clear
Mesmorized in those few moments after dreaming
Where your perception of everything is still changed
And you're still stuck in your numb body which seems to be carved out of the wood beneath you
Those times you are most irrational
Wishing for it all to end, or to be more than you are
Just to take a step forword would be heaven it seems
To arrest your self beneath the sheets again would be better
posted by Unknown @ 7:57 AM
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