LIFE

I crawl through the water that we call 'life',
and then trudge back to my bed at 1 AM,
falling upon it in a vertigo; as though in a delirium.

The 8 hours pass in tossing and turning,
a fever burning behind my restless eyes.

But I wake up from the searing night,
and I am in the same dream.

I pick up another set of clothes,
and dress myself as usual, again.