Falling in and out of sleep
In a dream
Walking up a steep, un-lit hill on a cloudy night
A saxophone plays a terrorizing tune
Growing ever strong

The ground drops from under me
And my bad appears
Shivering, I try to hold on
I wake

Ohh man
It's already morning...








"Good morning" is an oxymoron....
Had it been good, I would have woken up in the afternoon