Wait up

For the smell of my past fires

To spill out from spiraled fibers

To blow in

Through the window I left open

In my attempt to feel the morning

The knobs have fallen off

Of the doors I thought were locked

Hurry

Breakfast is almost ready

Please get out of bed already

We don’t have much time to waste

And we're already running late

Wake up

To the smell of burning eggs

But I think that they can wait

Burnt eggs aren't the worst to taste