Poem #9 Not again

So i Fight to force my eyes open.
Singed retina, a fist of pure Light,
This wasn't the day i dreamed, Hoping.
Fall back, i'll get the next flight.

That state is no longer Lucid
That dream's, already Forgot
The Real world waits stale and putrid
So Fetal i'll stay in my cot.

So how shall i spend this day waiting?
To Sleep, I know this day's Fate
I'll write then i'll stall masturbating
So I'll Pro and then Crast when I Nate.
I'll drive from the passenger seat, navigating
I'm a Pro when i Crast and I Nate.