I hate mornings where I wake up too much to fall back asleep

Where it's hours earlier on the one day I can sleep in

And it's been 6:43 am for a couple of hours now

Maybe it's just the haunting feeling of a new season

I've never been well adapted for the warmer ones

Or maybe it's that I still feel trapped

Banging on the same walls and windows for years

Just like it's been 6:43 am for years

Somehow on mornings like this I'm able to think too much

But not enough that my thoughts fully register in my mind

In the inhale of cool morning air there's a familiar taste in my lungs