In early hours will the daily din
awake you out of dreams with fractioned view,
this moment all the world seems strange and new
to make you feel a nosy alien.
The day is waiting for you to begin,
the windows covered yet in morning dew,
outside some vague contours, a lonely few
already drunk, same state as you are in.
Some coffee might just do the trick you know,
make you forget the reason and the cause,
for drinking through the night as you have done.
Ambition, money, job means you must go.
Another grey spot in this world with flaws,
you feel revived, your hangover is gone.