The morning comes, I’m hours late

Tired of how the fibers lay expressionless

Or fake, and while purpose isn’t real

I’ve sunk my teeth into the thought

And ground them down to dust

Humored delusions have a cost

You can’t fake it til’ it’s real

So I crawl out of my cocoon and everything’s

The same

Can’t dwell on raspberry skeletons and

Then expect a change

My good intentions were just decoys when

Summer begged to play

Just some excuse for letting electric

Storms fill up the day

I can’t calculate the time anymore

This messy mind I can’t ignore

Unwrap the plastic and scuff me up

And ditch my blanket

I’ll get up