The broken alarm clock is a comfort.
Set to ring each morning, it decided to cease working.
Just as well, for sleep comes at the strangest of times.
Here, the moments are etched in instances of waiting,
waiting to fall, fall asleep,
away from the pendulum's swing.
How long has this storm been?
Overwhelmed by this ocean's formless tides,
their relentless waves have eroded boldness into diffidence.
None was brought out here to drown,
but on nights like this, there is an anvil that sinks down seven feet underground,
Making things go upside down.
That moonlight cast shadows in my mind.
A shadow play ensued with four-syllabic characters
named Dubiety, Uncertainty, Hesitancy
and in my mind, I sought and seek to look past them.
Because the moonlight reminds me of a secure expectancy,
I'll attempt to intone a cantabile melody in that second Adagio movement.
Where do I find myself again?
Because... because I am... scared.
Set to ring each morning, it decided to cease working.
Just as well, for sleep comes at the strangest of times.
Here, the moments are etched in instances of waiting,
waiting to fall, fall asleep,
away from the pendulum's swing.
How long has this storm been?
Overwhelmed by this ocean's formless tides,
their relentless waves have eroded boldness into diffidence.
None was brought out here to drown,
but on nights like this, there is an anvil that sinks down seven feet underground,
Making things go upside down.
That moonlight cast shadows in my mind.
A shadow play ensued with four-syllabic characters
named Dubiety, Uncertainty, Hesitancy
and in my mind, I sought and seek to look past them.
Because the moonlight reminds me of a secure expectancy,
I'll attempt to intone a cantabile melody in that second Adagio movement.
Where do I find myself again?
Because... because I am... scared.
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