Half-lidded eyes flutter open at the crack of dawn,
Half-awake men stagger up for battles not yet won,
Half-broken souls reflect on foggy thoughts not gone,
And yet, they carry on.
Half-minded creatures scatter up many a tree,
Half-shattered windows scatter light for all to see,
Half-forgotten gods fight and struggle to be,
And yet, they run free.
Half-finished stories lie strewn with no sound,
Half-legend treasures sit waiting to be found,
Half-healthy foods are weighed by the pound,
And yet, they stand their ground.
Half-senseless dreams lie in the mind,
Half-believed faiths have nothing to find,
Half-planned days continue the grind,
And yet, they leave nothing behind.