Tide coming in.
Traffic out my window like waves crashing
Grit in my coffee like sand in my mouth
I think about my day to come
But it seems so for away
At that moment
Darkness still dominates
And I’m the only one awake.
I cried a tear that no one will see;
Sometimes it falls from the left,
Sometimes from the right
Sometimes it’s for the dark,
And sometimes for the coming light.
Every morning I hear the voice of renewal,
And every morning I fall again.