It’s a terror waking up
Knowing there’s so much left in the day
So many worlds to traverse
So many moods to explore
And don’t forget there’s always tomorrow
Like you can’t forget yesterday
Or last week, or last year, or seventh grade
That ritual, you are this and this is where you’re from
and this is what you are and these are the things you must remember
Don’t forget it, or you’ll wish you dealt with it
before you tried to sleep
Drowning in embarrassment from a life spent deep in it
choking on that shameful mud
Please don’t let anyone see it,
That would kill you.
Theres not much you remember
And nothing you can forget
The race is on, and your falling behind
Don’t look silly running
Don’t speak
Speak up
Don’t say that
Why would you say that
How did that ever leave your lips
Good luck living with that