5:30 rings
Pots over gas flames
Still in a haze
Not walking dead
But alive and I'm fed
Still hungry for more

'Cause before I wake again and again and again
Again and again and again
I toss and I turn again and again and again
Again and again and again

With something calling me
Maybe a conscience,
Maybe that dream
Of something more
Well beyond the folklore
That failed to be

Something real
Solid or still
Something real
Solid or still

To ground me with instinct
To feel before I think
And think before I know
To know
Know before I act
Act before I grow

In control, with fear ail hold
Cutting me loose from old rules

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