The Thought Complex

The most innocent time of day;
When you wake up.
The most innocent part of the night;
When you wake up.
The most vicious cycle in life starts;
when you wake up,
That you cannot fully understand,
until you wake up.
Yes we sleep with lucid dreams,
Not to worry about anything,
No limits to this reality,
When we are busy dreaming.
Just a landscape of our being
That produces flaccid feelings
When we waking up in the mornings
Without hope.
Now we don’t mind this repeating
Because seeing is believing
And believing in this reality
Brings hope.
But I’ve trickled down this slope,
And I know what it can show,
And what it shows to me is lacking
In robust.
Now to trust this fake robust
Is to thrust upon your bust,
A cycle forever spinning out of touch.
But to touch upon a thought,
So daunting in its haunt,
That it makes you feel impugn
To the truth.
Now the most innocent part of the day
Starts out in a array
Of thoughts not yet betrayed by this truth.
And when we are trouble in the youth
Of thoughts that have not bloomed,
We stoop to a new low and get consumed.