I woke from my bed at a quarter to 8,
Thought it quite odd I had woken so late,
For breakfast, six eggs and two pancakes I ate,
Then I went outside.
The smell of old flowers then greeted my nose,
I'd left them unwatered to die, I suppose,
But I remember explicitly watering those
Just yesterday.
I remember exactly how I'd gone to sleep
The sound of the rain did my memory keep
But the grass was dried brittle, no water did seep
Down in the ground.
I thought to myself, then, well maybe a fire,
But I saw how unmelted there was my car tire
So I back inside, to my room did retire
And slept some more.
I took a quick stroll on the beach later that day
The sand was charred brown like old layers of clay
And to sum it up my best, well can I just say
The water wasn't blue.
I'd thought it would be clearer and bluer
And the sky up above to be cloudless and newer
But instead of refreshing it smelled of old sewer,
All brown and rotten.
And of all these things which I thought I had seen
All the grass that I thought was yesterday green
Was all different and brown, so does this all mean
That everything changed?
My shoes didn't fit, and that day I outgrew
All my pairs and my clothing, to name just a few
It happened so fast so I hadn't a clue
How it happened.
I realized real soon that I was alone
That my house full of family was silent as stone,
I heard not a whistle a peep or a moan,
From anyone.
I searched high and low, and in cabinets, upstairs,
I tried all the closets, the tables and chairs,
It was dreadfully silent and gave me the scares,
So I ran outside again.
I ran down the street, calling each one by name,
First "Johnny!" then "Papa!" Then "Mama!" Then "Jane!"
The lack of an answer soon drove me insane
They were gone.
For a lack of an answer, a sudden impulse
Took hold of my will, and my brain did convulse,
And it's hold on my mind was too much to repulse,
So I followed it.
The place where I ended, the local graveyard
Was dismal and grey on my memory scarred
The soil imperfect, four stones there had marred
The surface.
I stopped not to look, but hastily fled,
For the people I thought were alive must be dead,
All I saw through the mist was a layer of red
And I ran.
Is this really true? then quick! find me a mirror
So I may interpret this dilemma much clearer
Shine a light on my face! To my death I am nearer
Aged and worn.
Old like the roses I'd smelled in my yard
Like the grass, old and thin as a card
From this point of view my life I regard
As unexpected.
I'd thought that when from my bed I had lept
That the world as I knew it for me would be kept
But I saw that everything changed and I'd slept
As life passed me by.
