In the Hours Between

It was in the morning When I heard him snoring Like loud like a lion He who falls from my eyes Every sense feeling nonsense Early lights in goosebumps Served myself a red riddle Leaving me tortured and energetic Shooting my lungs to no air My kidneys helped me breathe Each cough counting complaints In a peaceful war against the snore It was at the noon When I took the spoon As slowly as a chameleon I heard with my idle itchy iris The solo sweetness of sugar The extent the morning envied The signalled shock swiftly slowed At this cold clock I realised You'll possibly progress into pains In cheerful charming your chains I needed bread! I had bread! Was then full a hundred It was in the evening When he saw me shoutly quiet In twilight trails similar to noon All that split my peas into pies I had no more morning mourns More morning laughs had me