You’re so tired ’cause
you got up in the morning
and you’re not a morning person but
you understand the virtues of
not knowing what goes on
when everyone has gone to sleep.
You’re so puzzled ’cause
the cross words of the bible
seem so cross they cancel out the love;
in echoes through the empty church
they’re crossing out the names
of everyone who said they’d never change.
Clocks are precious ’cause
we often go unconscious
and we want to see the morning sky
break out from the darkness,
though I know we’ll soon be gone,
there’s part of me that thinks I’ll never die.