Before the World Wakes Up
unlocked of chains each morning
my mind is freshly out of it's shower
soaked all night in spinal fluid
let's dry off with a cup of sunrise coffee
cat whines and yelps for crunch
this day starts off with the fading feelings
leftover from the distancing of my fresh dream
my subconcious slipping away
but here I hold a string I left there
if I could only pull myself back in
each step towards the unconcious mind
feels like a wizzard of activity
but it's felt, not thought
I come running back out unleashing whatever I found
I'm not sure what it is still I could only make it to sense the surface
but it thrills me, inspires me, gives me a glimmer in my heart of what could be
then suddenly
with the cat yelping and yelping and yelping for crunch
I go put a scoop of crunch in his bowl,
I looked at my phone.
suddenly, others thoughts, not my own walk in and I shut the door before they can capture me
it's like paparazzi crashing on my sacred place
I can't do this
I can't get away I don't want to loose my them
my thoughts
my time
my morning.
the ONE time no one in the world would be trying to message me. 5am.
I try to load a video I just took of the cat, but I saw everyone else
and my mind was hijacked.
my sacred morning time was almost compromised
the time you have when it's no one but you
and you're still sipping the first sips of coffee
and thinking, this day is mine and belongs to me
in this moment I take it in
before the world wakes up on me
and I write it