I see her every evening as I close my eyes

whenever my deep slumber finally comes

sharing time together before the sunrise

saddened by a dawn worse than bad drums.

Then the days are long and uneventful

as I endure the life of a pitiful lemming.

Giving up my time for a minuscule handful

of peanuts, an existence worth condemning.

Yet when I see her, everything will change

as those eyes, that smile make me feel good.

Despite the turnaround, it’s not that strange

but I know my place, nothing’s misunderstood.

Even though I suffer through each grueling day

seeing that woman in my dreams makes it okay.