Gary,
wake up,
not with a half mind,
I know,
you've been tired,
but dear,
hold the sun and light your fire,
before the sun goes too high,
and your tiny hands,
feather light,
would drift in the wind,
as your mind does now;
feel anew,
for I know,
you've been the sun burnt leaf,
but believe me and open your eyes,
and the morning shall be your dew.
Gary,
wake up,
for you're one of a kind!
