for me,
a new day does not mean a new hope.
along with sleep, i wipe my dreams
from the corners of my eyes.
it's the dawning of night
that brings the onset of ideas
and grandiose schemes
for the days to come
and it's the day that comes
that leaves me laying in bed
and wanting nothing more
the sun used to be my love
but now all it does is illuminate
the goals i haven't reached
and the bad life choices
i've made
but in the dark, i can pretend the
path i'm on is the right one
and that maybe i haven't gone astray.
sadly, night, like sleep, is fleeting
and soon it's morning
soon i'm up with a smile on my face
after having wiped the sleep
and dreams
from my eyes
they're still in my hands.
