As light seeps in through those windows,
I wake up for another day of drama getting in,
Another day to be faking out of the house,
Another of those smiling competitions you never win.
And as the sun drowns getting old,
I go back to bed with that routine hope,
That I would wake up in a different world,
If not for real, at least in my dreams to cope,
Praying for never coming back to this world.
(17th December 2011)