The sun has risen and you can't remember why,
No matter how little you do the time persists to fly.
Rolling to your side you begin to let the memories rise,
Your eyes wince shut as you curl in towards your thighs.
An image is etched in the corners of your mind,
You desperately grasp for the reason but your senses remain blind.
The birds are singing and you can't remember why,
Surely this world was not meant for them to sing, but to cry.
As your eyes flutter open your surroundings seem but a dream,
There is no "you" in this place and nothing feels quite as it should seem...