barely living (by deav)
Rio, Jul 2004 (?)
wake up, the clock is ringing
stand up, the room is spinning
back down,
it’s there, but i can’t see the sun
eight minutes more, the clock
is snoozing, i get up again
eyes blurred,
i stand up and just stumble on
i can’t see my face,
hidden by scrambled hair
in sleepy confusion,
yawning, i mumble
i’m barely living
one hour to get ready
and leave, twenty minutes to get there
where i am, yet i am not
feel like a ghost, a lost soul
things flow like in slow motion
feel like a fish inside a water bowl
night falls, all the way back
knowing tomorrow will be
the same,
head on the pillow i wonder
i’m barely living
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