Good Morning

Good Morning

Good morning,
I can see you again,
With your pitted eyes
And your rancid breath.
Come closer&;#8230;
&;#8230;I'm falling,
Back into death
Ideas in my brain
On a doorway instead.

Dream time is coming back,
Neon lights and winning fights,
Curling the ball through the back of the net,
My life is a dream
Is there no turning back?