I woke up but I did not get up.
Among this painting of reality,
I am a pierced hole in its image.
Stoically poised in time and place
But without a face.
Just a bed.
Lacking the motivation to move forward with destiny weening at thy grasp.
I do not know why this passing craze chose my name today.
I do not have the strength to find the answers anyway.
So here I sit,
So here I wait.
For a new day to begin
and this time come to the call of my name across the gaze of the suns rays peering into my window frame.