Blur

The sun rises,the sound of reality goes off.
I lay there with aching cold bones wishing I can fall back into my cloud of dreams.
In the mirror I look at myself ,ready to layer on all my disguises
8:00 hits the clock, I rush out the door looking like a plastic doll
but in the after fall that's all they want isn't it ?
Same cycle everyday, I'm really tired of black & grey