I deliberated and lost An argument within my body Only to yield no easy solution And when I find you It will come at a certain cost to know What I think of anything at all Because I have dreams of fear I see it as twisted lines Too much for nights to endure And I look out the window Early in the morning There are slanted mountain tops Portraits outlined professionally Colors that these eyes hardly believe It is a great thing to be here To live above hard realities I see it is breakfast soon On the face of my digital clock So I rest a little more Listening to the world wake It is not up to me to know things People tell me my motives They are clear and they are sometimes Right and wrong and I wonder If they are ever just Nothing The morning is by far the best A wonderful part of my day I write and speak in ways I wouldn't normally But it feels so much more natural A momentary euphoria defines us That keeps us existing Because without it Our paths in life would be clear And a clear path is pitied I can stand on my own I can act how I do And take credit for other's misfortune That is a luxury freedom provides The freedom to be dirty Filthy beasts who care for thievery And who love little else but themselves A confession is too bold It answers questions that were never asked Will power doesn't change a thing When all the questioners are too busy To consider the minor possibility Of sudden reciprocation I've told you things in my bed Writing curses on the wall Wondering when I will truly wake Stop resting and dress for the day When I will throw away The best thing I've ever written Or said Just because the day was too good Too right for words A commodity The language we cherish I cannot express the beauty I feel