too often

too often have i stayed awake
time slips away like water in my bare hands
and i see the days change
one to another

too often of late
have i seen the other side of dawn
before the daylight
before the clarity
is the fog and the mist of the dark

too often have i stayed awake
for daily obligations unmet
like a cup of water on edge
time is splashing out all around me
and i'm unable to get it back