David Harrison

From The Moment I Wake

From the moment I wake,
I’m looking for the paint by numbers.
Cos I’m lost in a daze,
The moment my alarm clock thunders.
And so my thoughts turn to strange,
Like they’re a wounded loner,
From the moment I wake,
My heart beats to a blunder.

How many times can I excuse these feelings?
How many mornings can I wake up screaming?
It seems I’m just running away,
I got a head start on the end of the day.

When I step to the streets,
They seem to know that I'm coming.
As I round the corner for hope,
It just leads me to longing.
I have a real bad feeling,
Concrete treads will keep me stealing.
What do I owe the day?
To have him leave me seething.

How many times can I excuse these feelings?
How many mornings can I wake up screaming?
It seems I’m just running away,
I got a head start on the end of the day.

When the day turns to dust,
And the night comes to ground.
I take a look at the hours,
See my time’s made no sound.
If this is all that it’s worth,
Then I’m done with the dealing.
I’ll lay down my hand,
And stick with the dreaming.

How many times can I excuse these feelings?
How many mornings can I wake up screaming?
It seems I’m just running away,
I got a head start on the end of the day.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 3, 2009
Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 6, 2010

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