I wake up for a brief moment from indefinite slumber just to shed a tear
over trifles that somehow slipped out of my reach, hoping that I can stay
like this for a little longer, and it doesn’t even hurt when I strike a chord
easy enough to play along, although sometimes I wonder how it could be
that these moments that are mine and mine alone all of a sudden turn me
all defensive, even though I know that your ugliness is an acquired trait
and there is no way of saying if I ever have what it takes to brush it off
just because it’s my imagination.