Rinse and repeat

What goes on in her mind when she wakes in the morning?

Is it a song or a dream

boiling in coffee pot,

two cubes of sugar

and a 15g of satchet milk.

I always find beverage in the morning silly.

Unless I need to back to sleep.

A cup will suffice.

Not tea cups quantity,

a jug full of tea is how I role.

Waking up in the morning

is the strangest thing

I've ecountered as a human being.

One moment you go to sleep

the next you are awake.

Sometimes I wake up and

it feels like my mind did not go to sleep.

It kicks off right where chaos fumes.

On very rare ocassion.

I wake up and it feels like the day

just gave birth to me.

I have to learn simple functions

all over again.

My mind like a baby cries out

for chaos warm milk.

I wish chaos was a negligent mother,

but she's not.

You're the rare ocassion that clouds my mind

when I wake up with a supposed clear mind.

Just before it get tainted by other things,

I close my eyes and pause the film.

Every time I wake up, I must learn how to

love you better than the last day.

An overide that keeps chaos at bay.

What have you done to me that makes me feel

safe anytime I think of you?