Morning

The waking took longer than the war 'tween my mind and my blood
 And i'm not sure who wriggled out
 I can't stop thinking:
 Does politeness make it bearable?
 Or is it just who we are?
 And how much time, in a lifetime,
 Do we waste waiting at traffic lights?
 It makes me sick but i can't remember the way i got here
 Born in freedom
 Raised in love
 Grown an adult
 Perishable hopes keep the vultures fat
 And the one thing i know, they won't give them back
 Not looking forward to the good old times
 For i don't know how to keep all my shit together
 I'm just a stack of photographs
 I can't keep my shit together
 And the older i get, the better i am
 At forgetting names and faces
 I first took these pictures with...
 So, I wake up alone
 Can't i play on my own?
 And with the sun
 I make faces to the first silhouettes haunting the streets i walk
 Home. Sun. Concrete burns
 Faces. Curse. Smile
 Where the fuck will it end?
 I guess it's just morning questions
 No way my brain will shut up
 I'm burning in a jail of doubts
 It's not so easy to hide
 I just don't know where it goes
 I just don't know where it ends
 I just don't hope I'm alone
 Silence is a safe place