Wind chimes in the morning

Wind chimes in the morning,
My room fills with light.
I take a deep breath,
Early morning sigh.

I’m not really awake,
I don’t feel alive,
Until the water on my face
Brings me back to life.

Traffic in the afternoon,
This blurry, shifting place.
I gaze into the sky and dream,
I wish that I were fake.

I sit behind the wheel,
But I am really somewhere else.
I am in a world of love,
That I will never tell.

TV in the evening,
A dull and dreadful buzz
Pushing me to longingly
Wish I never was.

The long walk out to sleep,
A losing proposition–you
want to stop the commotion
In your head, but listen–to

Wind chimes in the morning,
Someday I will see
Nothing ever changes and
I will never sleep.

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