You wake up and get dressed
The curtains are drawn and you stumble around in the half-life as
if your walking in water
Outside the city's stirring in the same way I imagine an ant's nest would
if ant's were to sleep - I guess they don't have time.
A fly never experiences darkness in it's life until night-time when it dies.
Jealous?
No? Why?
don't you want to be a fly and live and die,
isn't that the question?
I think Shakespeare said somethin' like that only more poetical