alarm wakes you.startled, yet not suprised.
dazed, yet my feet know just where to step.
its routine.
practiced and repeated.
the choice isn't yours.
pages will turn without your asking.
passages read without your wanting.
pressed into each curve of your brain cells.
imprinted into every corned or your mind.
and while your given those few moments alone,
while warm water beats down your tired skin,
you remember what it is you left behing.
the saddened mind sets, and worried eyes.
you miss them.
i miss them.
it'll be over soon.
