It starts even before waking.
That somehow immortal yet fragile dream,
The kind no one wants to wake from.
(Success and happiness, wonder and fame)
But you always do.

At least waking from the horror of nightmares is a relief.
Even if getting out of bed isn’t.

But when you do wake
To the brilliance of the dawn,
Your heart drops like a stone
With the realization that that brilliance was a dream as well.

And once outside,
If it is not the sharpened fingers of a freezing wind,
It is the radiant sunlight
Here to blind you.

And the good news just keeps coming!

Velvety cake, eaten by someone else.
The quiet murmur of a bubbling brook, ruined by a child’s tantrum.
A craving for something too uncommon to find.
The pursuit of happiness put on hold to do something you hate.

When you wish to do something,
But don’t know what.
When others leap to conclusions
With a strange aversion to reason.
And it follows you  e v e r y w h e r e :
To the bedroom, to the kitchen, to work, to school,

The inconveniencing is omnipresent.