WAKING
There is an awkward transition
From dreamtime
To wakefulness
Where the nightly journey in my subconciusis
Is interrupted when my eyes open with the morning light
I was on the loose in the netherworld of experiences and imagery
Free from my rational mind
My decisions made for me
By loose spirits that escaped my memory
And hungry ghosts that haunt my psyche
Now as I face the responsibilities of the day
The departure from my warm bed immenint
I sit up and try to make sense of everthing
In the bright world before me
And list all the things
I need to do
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