Up again,

Awake and aching for a change,

A shift in the vicious circle,

Where life takes all prisoner,

And leaves nothing but stones 

In the ground.

Don't make a sound

As you crawl beyond your bed

To open curtains,

Letting the Sun's rays

Pierce beyond iris, past pupil,

And into the void

Where hopes, and dreams awake.

All that's left is to create

In the waves of a wasted brain

Lusting, longing, lasting...

Aching for a change

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