Lost

Have you ever been woken up by sunlight in your eyes?
Or in a place that you don't recognize?
How about both...

Sunshine in my eyes,
in the morning
comes as a surprise,
my windows face south,
there is a drying in my mouth.

Looking around,
pink walls, teddy bear,
someone with blonde hair,
What? I cant help but cry
In whose bed am I?

Lying there in shock,
I try to remember,
Is it January or December?
But, the last thing on my mind,
before I came here, was,
Green beer?

The End

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