Early Morning

Pale face get up.
Hollow eyes get up.
You´ve got a secret for me,
you´re out running your age.
It´s in your hand: neat pack of euphoria.
It´s devastating and you´re pleased.
Disease. Hairline endurance, biting intelligence.
How do you stumble like you do?
I wish I understood myself, as well as you do.
Got to get up.
All day you´ve got to stay up,
when will you get off?