Morning Light

The time directs pushes and places my life dead and here.
To the tallest tree swinging so freely my thoughts lose any fear.

I feel the train that races across fields.
Like a knife in my heart my own soul wields.

I come to in a party I had perfected and made.
Faking it as spontaneous and unweighted.

I create for their mouths but my own drink is laced.
Hoping to feel that old bliss of a run that is raced.

I don't want to infect pity or sadness from you.
But we know without honesty sleep will not be true.

I am polite and forward with caring I stand tall.
But missing a part of life that makes man all.