Morning Roast


Is the light at the end of the tunnel good to the last drop?


Sleep tried
But it couldn’t do a damn thing
Eyes wide open
Thinking about the whole scheme
And the grand plans
Where I fell off
When I didn’t stand up
When my fingers curled up
But I didn’t hold on
Open wide eyes
It ain’t time to close your eyelids
Spend time over-thinking situations
Moments lingered
Stupid shit that I did
Oh well, still living
Ain’t no point in dwelling
So just fall into the surfing
clicking on pages
Check back again in a few seconds
Nothing’s working
Bet this would be easy
If I was more fucked up
Same high, new low
Sleep light
Sun rise, low glow
Eyes wide open
Where’d the night go?