6 a.m.



I hear the alarm, the fog starts to lift
it pierces the dream, makes realities shift
Like being submerged then rising for air
The day rushes in, no respect, not a care

Without warning the dreamscape submits to the day
Shapes start to form as light cuts through the grey
As the mind starts to rouse and first thoughts filter in
I return to the conscious and my day can begin

It’s time to get busy, this raises a frown
The bed is so warm, comfort holding me down
to get up is a chore that I’d rather not face
But the day makes demands as it takes night-times place

I suppose in the end it’s a balancing act
The light and the dark are just physical facts
Sleeping and waking just steps in the dance
As we waltz through this life taking chance after chance

As the cognitive processes spring into action
Facing up to the fact that life needs interaction
It’s that realisation that the world needs to run
So it’s time to get up and face up to the sun 

Billy 17/11/13



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