A.M.; It’s 12:52---
Just the time that we each dread
For it’s the time when all you can do
Is think about the life you’ve misread.
A.M.; It’s 12:57---
And I may as well be alone in this hotel
You’re all dreaming somewhere between here and heaven
But I’m still in this world: the devil’s wishing well.
A.M.; It’s 1:04---
There are many dreams, but most are rarely sweet
For once you wake from sleep all you want is more
But to sleep you must lie and to live you must be on your feet.
A.M.; It’s 1:09---
I see you still have pieces of me I won’t get back
Though without them I know I’m doing a little better than okay
No longer are these, once weighing me down, things I try to pack.
A.M.; It’s 1:14---
Though I’m diluted in my many illusions
I’m still staring at the same old temporary hotel scene;
I’ll find more dissolution in my own solutions.
A.M.; It’s 1:19---
And although these minutes bring me questions
I have hope, disquieted peace, love- though I don’t know what they mean-
Sometimes answers are mere suggestions.
--Written by Sandy Heights
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