Crimson red fades to midnight blue
Caught in twilight, night wakes
Breathing, calculating, ever holding
Dreams stir and the world begins to turn
Shadows creep, daylight seeps.
Tomorrow seems so far, yet the first hint of morning’s light.
Morning. Morning has come and gone.
As I roll out of bed, sheets unmade
I look around, yet find no aid.
My foot gets caught and I fall
I hear a snap, and begin to crawl.
I wonder to myself, is this a dream?
Perhaps I’d believe, if I didn’t scream.
I reach for my coffee while out of bed
Whoops, down goes the coffee on my head.
The heat would be refreshing, if it didn’t burn.
My, oh my, when will I ever learn?
Let it be told and not unsaid,
this is why I never get out of bed.
To the Moon 