when i was 23 (i was invisible)

to wake me up to wake you up the clock crows at the break of dawn in its all too well rehearsed and programmed electronic voice - the voice that is the same every morning and every night only that it sounds different when in times of joy or being alone

water in bottles by the bed side is only water yet it may resemble all of your yesterday and every other day in liquid time filling the bottle to the brim standing by your side waiting for you to drink or pour on yourself and soak in

at the wash basin the lamp, the mercury lamp sings a silver glow song, for the best songs are seen and seldom heard, when you open your eyes, music plays and all the colour bulbs do play a grand orchestra -  strings, flutes, bells, drums and all that you see or listen to in purple and green and gold and yellow and
 or or in just shades of blue

almost all evenings are the same, a fever on a winter night wouldn't help any with a cold, while one can only hope to fall asleep with a smile till the clock crows at the break of dawn in its all too well rehearsed and programmed electronic voice

when i was 23, i was invisible - at times i do talk about (being invisible within brackets)