Morning didn't seem as promising as it once did,
when we were little,
when we were unaware of divisiveness,
and I was starting to believe there were more casualties than cause from all this self awareness,
that we were getting nowhere with these empty epiphanies,
and I was disappointed in myself,
more than usual,
but morning was something I had taken for granted,
and I think in assuming its promise of more to come was naive,
it has to be earned,
and I wasn't certain I had done that,
at least not yet,
and maybe that made me more like the rest of them,
more than I cared to admit,
or maybe it meant that trends were foregone conclusions,
maybe,
maybe it was time for shut eye,
without question
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