I wake up at daybreak, wipe the sleep from my face.
I take out all of my dreams, and put them back in their case.
Under my bed is where they must go,
It wont be until tonight, that they get released for the show.
I then pull out my clothes, the societal norm.
Dressing light in the summer, and in the winter, warm.
I slip into some jeans, put on a nice shirt.
I put a hat on my head, to prevent my mind from getting hurt.
But what if I decided that it was time to dress twice?
To put on another layer, Boy, wouldn’t that be nice.
Perhaps dress in dignity, clothe myself with strength.
For clothes like these, would I even go to any length?
No. Or at least I haven’t yet.
In hindsight, this is something that I truly regret.
It is time. What must I do?
How much do they cost? …They costed you.
They were there all along, in the back of my room.
In the crevices of my mind, I built them a tomb.
I do not know what they look like, I wonder how they smell.
Will they look magnificent, or just be a former shell?