i came to face the dawn
i was pushed into it
my senses rebelled against it
i thought her be soft of morning's best virgin light
her quiet whispers of air in my ear 
and buzz of honey bees in my ear
i'm pushed into it against my will
i'm forced to perform with its lead
i must move to the pull
submit to the drag of all that will come
whether with it the good and the bad
one drag of air is what i crave most without worry or doubt
before to the tears of my eyes to my wearied flesh torn
before to the torments of my head, my weak thoughts i succumb
the dawn with her clouds comes slowly undressed
asks me why i'm so sadly depressed
"spend time with mine before i pass by
indulge in my bareness, my naked address
don't let me slip by before tomorrow he comes
you may not find him in such a good form"