Each day I awake
My eyes weary
My bones that ache

I am alive
I realize
Often to my surprise

I close my just open eyes
And ask under my breath
The draught life has given me
May it be a test?

No
There is no test
No gods to pray to anymore
I rise not to prosper
I rise for there is no other offer

You see I am not like others
Torn from a branch cut too soon

Each day I awake
The moon swept away
The sun now a gesture
I nod
I agree

You have found me again
So I will write my words
Until the very end.