My eyelids slowly raise to darkness

I lay here and search the void

Wonder what the day will hold

Nothing here to be revealed

 

My lids slide shut over my eyes

The darkness here is just as black

Still, I wonder what the day will bring

Inside the bubbling pot of human soup

 

My brain now is active, I should rise

But the only movement is in my head

Like a game of Russian Roulette

Should I chance another uncertain day

 

In youth the game of chance was exciting

But now the odds of probability have grown

Extended days enhance the wisdom of caution

I no longer leap blindly into the rushing day

 

But lay quietly in darkness with eyes wide open

Tiptoeing through these travesties of mind

Only one way to foretell what this day will bring

I must rise and find what lay beyond this bed