Bittersweet

The breeze blows across my skin
And makes me feel alive. I know
I never really woke up today,
Drifting in a sleepy haze of
Other people's cares.

There's you, oddly silent
On a day when I don't need you yet
But I'd like to hold your hand.
There's a small patch of blue
Shining other people's cares.

Just wait, for the cold unconsciousness
To sweep across me once again
The sun will still be there tomorrow
But I don't expect to see it rise.
You'll tell me about the colours in the morning.

A notion that could be mistaken
For freedom. In reality, I am
Deflated, wandering and cold.
It's bittersweet, when will struggles to survive
The breeze blows across my skin
And makes me feel alive