I could not wake so the feelings arose
Like sweeping hunger tearing me away
As foreboding emotions pour upon me,
Bright sunlight pouring into my eyes
Morning arrived the verge of dawn
Yet I shield the light as the glimmer arose
For only a moment on the verge of change
Maybe in fact I had been dreaming
All along alone under a faint spell
Awoken moments later drenched in darkness
No sunshine pouring in, I spring awake
Now I notice that morning never came.
