My body has memorised waking
at a time when the world is asleep
It’s the only time of honesty I harbour
There is no need for me to impress
There is no need for me to second guess
It feels too good to be true
So feeling undeserved
I sleep to wake when the world’s not asleep

Truth gets confused with certainty
I live with fear as my reality
To laugh at how wrong I am
I live with my heart on the sleeve
There’s blood on the leaves that wilt
with the arrival of fall
then I realise it’s not blood at all
Just the truth of nothing at all
confused with certainty of something