Wake,
feel the sheets,
no,
truly feel them,
that first breath,
the one that woke you,
the one that carries you, unequivocally,
without question,
it holds you,
suffer in ignorant bliss, you know not what comes ahead,
exorcise your will, passionately and with effort,
just blink,
do it so you don't, dry your eyes,
go forward,

left,
blink,
effort,
will

just please,

work for something,
do it well,
pick up your dry and hurting hands,
every crevice of your nail,
a trench that feels so deep,
oh man...

just,

blink,
walk,
try,

please,

just,

breathe,

try to do it...
do it with something,

for a few seconds,
becomes a few years,

a few decades,
maybe with with love,
with effervescent hatred,
with subtle dominance,
a flame unquenched,

for once

do it with something worth so much more

do it with purpose,