Do you ever wake up
and dread the break of day?
The sun is beckoning
but the will is not there
Yet you have to go outside
come what may
and attend to the task that you least care…
Go looking for love again
         and find it nowhere.
 
Now I dread the break of day
aimless upon my bed I just lay,
I mull over many a bygone day
and fret over that fateful day
When a new dawn
        with all its glory to share
come looking for me
         and I will not be there!

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