Poetry: Sketch 87

Sketch 87
When I wake up,
things will be different.
When I open my eyes,
things will have changed.

Don't open your eyes, love.
You'll be disappointed.

Disappointed, if you think
the world will change on your say so;
will warp, twist, and bend
because you command it to.

Is that what you think?
Or are you thinking:
things will have changed
because I have changed?

Open your eyes, love.