I woke up in the morning smelling of pizza and gasoline
Already wishing I could die and be reborn into my dream
The sun shines bright but its brighter than it seems
I see the anger in its eyes, in its every ray and gleam

The cold wood floor sparks life into my corpse
The birds, they lie, chirping of happiness without remorse
My feet are stable but I'm a ship way off course
And I'm an illiterate fool; I only speak money or with force

They ask why the sky is blue but I ask how can it be
That it doesn't drizzle to the ground or drip into the sea
They want a man to hold it down but I'm fine with gravity
Because I know its always faithful and doesn't ask much from me

I dream of Haiti and Paris, knights and queens
Strawberries, lollipops, gypsies, jellybeans
I always picture us meeting in some romantic scene
Where you look at me in a way that makes money grow green

Its 6:15 already and I'm barely out of bed
So I bandage up my wound from the last time my heart bled
I finish the last seam that I reaped, I sowed and thread
And silence the sonnet meant to go unread