Beneath the Morning Dew
Lying beneath the morning dew,
Daisies bud in the splitting wind.
They lament on what was true;
Is it much too late to rescind?
Uncurbed by dopamine,
Rough fescues grope explanation;
What broke and restored Constantine,
Forego the previous nation.
A privation of oxytocin,
Save me from disillusion;
The world’s moving in slow motion,
I’d rather keep my blighted delusion.
And in my dreams, the children drew
Shambles of stars and sheep aligned;
I just want another day with you,
So let sweet time jag my mind.
Daisies bud in the splitting wind.
They lament on what was true;
Is it much too late to rescind?
Uncurbed by dopamine,
Rough fescues grope explanation;
What broke and restored Constantine,
Forego the previous nation.
A privation of oxytocin,
Save me from disillusion;
The world’s moving in slow motion,
I’d rather keep my blighted delusion.
And in my dreams, the children drew
Shambles of stars and sheep aligned;
I just want another day with you,
So let sweet time jag my mind.