As the air of your slumber is set ablaze
By the shafts of morning window light
And the birds are atweet with gossip and song
And the bell that turns a moment into a church
Rings, Awakening your soul just before
The kettles whistle and cookers roar
And the smell of coffee makes you want more
And the news is bleak and a limitless bore
You will get carried away by the escalating
Sound and Fury of the new unfolding day
Soul and Body slowly peeled away
A torture that is too intense to feel
Too routine to reconsider the deal
Can you stop and dwell on the bell
That rang just before your kitchen went to hell?
We forget how easy it is to lose our minds
Which is why we forget, yes?