So this dawn will break without my existence,
for the light of the new day I have no resistance.
As clouds part there ways for from mist and fog,
as I realize I’m just kicking the black dog.
So this morning will pass without my permission,
and my illness stirs from its remission.
As minds part their ways from sanity stays,
I know that this feeling could on for days.
(The morning after an over active brain night when you realize what the hell you were thinking.)