I’m waking up

In a cold shade of blue,

Camouflaged in plain sight

For the good of passersby

Onto gilded horizons

.

Someday’s been on a loop

Since the midnight toll,

When a weary old song

Was set free from my arms

.

I’m waking up sewn shut

Bleary eyed, undecided

Still miles behind

Out of step, out of breath

.

 Is it for my own good

To bear the silence alone?

To tussle back into life

And let the aftershock die?