I wake up from my slumber,
Still tired, still the same
It's only those outside me
That has changed
The sun, risen again
The day, proferring hope and freshness
But the little soul inside me
Changed, I guess not
Love, i received not
Sadness, still lingering...
So what's the point of sleep.
Just surrender oneself to the
Whims of your surroundings?
Caprice of nature.
Be a slave, be a pawn.
In the gigantic scheme of things
I lay helpless, destitute, tired
and awake
Just another day...