awake unfazed morning light tells of the dawning day just like any other day brush off sleep s touch clear midnight s haze there s nothing extraordinary here a flaccid world unfit unclear desperate for something more something more than getting by empty faces on the sidewalk listless and limping to a lie of a bright and pleasant future of a blue and cloudless sky a phantom whisper sounds deceiving it brings in the question why we work until we are unable then locked away until we die but then it happened everything changed in but an instant a violent burst of brilliant colour somehow close and somehow distant from a whisper to a scream to a hoarse distorted laugh there is no hope of restitution there is no ever going back in dreamless sleep one ponders death hold back the fleeting final breath knuckle white slipping grip jaw clenched tight and quivering lip this cannot happen this cannot be escape a life of anonymity to be a drop into the sea whose ripple turns to tidal wave that sweeps the shores it once forgave but crashing down upon the shore the sea is silent evermore awake unfazed morning light tells of the dawning day just like any other day brush off sleep s touch clear midnight s haze there s nothing extraordinary here a flaccid world unfit unclear desperate for something more something more than getting by there s got to be something more than this it sounds so deceiving begging the question why begging the question why why do we work until we are unable why do we work until we die a drop into the sea whose ripple turns to tidal wave that sweeps the shores it once forgave the sun the moon the earth conversed and agreed the people of the world must pay for its atrophy but crashing down upon the shore the sea is silent evermore but then it happened everything changed in but an instant a violent burst of brilliant colour somehow close and somehow distant what unknow face now breaks the silence what tipping force disturbs the balance swift and sober comes a voice offering a bitter choice