Two Mornings
Every day has two mornings
One with the sun
Where beams kiss your cheek
And you’re off on the run
And one with time
Where it’s the middle of the night
Yet today is suddenly gone.
Only artificial light
And your mind is turned on
And you can’t get it to quit
Racing to feel every feeling
That you can’t show the sun
A twisted version of safe
Comes from feeling so alone
Because here I don’t feel guilty
For just being a human.
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