Comes sooner
And in the morning
I find myself
Drunk on daylight
I try to find my way
With everything showing
I still find it hard
To locate the stairs
And I trip
Over every thought
They clatter
To the ground
Like my keys
But, none of them
Open the door
To awake
So the sunlight comes sooner
A bad salesman
Sneaking a peek
Through the blinds
And I have to buy
Each subscription
He slips under my door
Until summer is over
And the rain returns


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