The moment when you first wake up:
The cool morning air hits you hard, and fills your lungs
Birds chirp near by but so far away because yet it still feels like a dream
Then it fades away, the beauty of it all detiarates from the attacks to the senses:
The lawn mower overcomes the cooing of the birds....

I lost my name into you
My identity soon followed
Becoming the half of the whole

Or, atleast thats what it seems
Once happy in this connection
Feeling chained now with no solitaire