The Morning After

The morning sun hits me Dead in the eye And I find no relief in existence And for this moment I believe that I cannot go on And I decide to kill My awareness Slowly and methodically The pain in my heart Makes me want to tell her That it’s alright Nothing happened But it’s a lie Because the sunlight Is strong And I realize that it’s the morning after So what happened To the idea that we do Whatever we want Whenever we want to do it And live to the spirit Of freedom like the Horse that runs In the field Without a fence I stand up like The rooster cock Who walks up and down the boulevard Like some drug dealer Wondering if my Mother can see me From her little space In heaven or some World like it I am the man They come to And return favors For favors and Seek out shelter From the cold winds In the night When the prey Are weak And I feel dead inside Because there is nothing More to give Than this illusion That I am strong And in control Of this day while on my knees Crying and realizing again it’s The morning after