A Rainbow With No Pot of Gold

As I wake up to reality in the morning
As I forget where I left my comb when I reach out for my perfume
As I wait for my cab mates to arrive

When I smell coffee and stare 8 floors down
When I suddenly lose track of what I was doing
When my lunch waits for company

As grey matter beats the rising mercury
When songs don’t soothe the nerves
And sleep doesn’t matter anymore.

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