too much sleep
only makes me want to stay in bed
I would move but
prospects are grim
come on, throw off the comforter
I may be sweating
in the presence of life
yet I will not come around
stare at the ceiling
until the confluence of holes
paints me a way out
I feel a pathetic spark grow hot
burn me a new path
I’ll follow, I swear I’ll follow
just lead the way
tell me what to do
in the time we have left
bend closer to the task
let me rend your silver linings
into something we can use
don’t just wake up
get up
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