I woke up for the first time today.
Despite this blessed cognition I couldn’t find much to say.
The world is nothing but a net that sings,
And I can finally reach out and pluck the strings.
My thoughts abound as my reasons abscond
like a rock that was thrust into a flickering pond.
Ripple and ripple; the waves fill my head
as cumbersome thoughts carry me to bed.
Yet even now I feel it slip,
slowly and surely it falls from my grip.
I don’t want to go to sleep, for I fear I shall never again wake up;
and will fall back to my old ways of filling this bottomless cup.
So please don’t let me go, for mercy’s sake.
For now I whisper to myself, “I am awake.”