Everyday I wake
 Physically weaker than before
 In my growing mind
 Dreams have left behind a sign that there was more
 Colourless and vague
 Thoughts, they slip away with the daylight
 Can I get them back?
 What can I do to get them back inside?
 
 Into the delay
 The sounds don’t carry on into the days
 All I’ve left to find
 The parts are realizing all collecting thoughts
 Blackness sit, awaits
 And slumber hits the rain outside my window
 With a brand new day
 I got some things I really have to find