Just Wake Up
|On waking|
Slept so hard I broke a sweat
Can’t remember the dreams just yet
. . .
Eyes so heavy,
They feel like bricks
It has to be some kind of trick
. . .
Whose eyes are these controlling me?
If I can’t force them open,
Then who do they belong to?
Someone who can open them up when they choose to
. . .
Sleeping is like taking a beating,
With eyes pressed in past my skin
Or like windows sealed shut by layers of paint
To pry them open I just have to wait
A matter of will or a lack of want —
Sleep always wins when its this hard for a day to just begin
. . .
Ready or not,
They’re out of my control
Making these decisions on their own
. . .
How do I remove all these layers
That have accumulated from other painters?
A scalpel, a razor, a crowbar won’t do
So how do I open my window whenever I choose?
