Sleeping in is the hardest thing
Under draped light you nosedive
But the pieces wander through you
Sleeping in is the hardest thing
When there's no stem and your eyes bend
Toward a coal mound buried in you
Sleeping in is the hardest thing
When a thread's dried on your sundial
On a frequency you cannot change
And it could push back the storms you've culled
To a quiet shaft where a heart left
Figures walking all around you