I woke up in the morning today, 

unable to look around.

The room, when I get up, will sway

and I know it will be another strange day

I just look around as I watch the faces pass by.

Deary days turn to sunny 

Boats sink and planes struggle to fly.

Then, a switch turns on, and everything turns funny. 

The sun grows more in sunlight as the air grows clearer.

everything is better, for a while 

I can at least look in a around and see in the mirror,

That this is me, and not a monster around for a mile.