Kerouac's Emptiness

I awaken and see the light Not knowing what is bright I smell the freshness of the day Surprised at what's to my dismay I wash up and scrub my face Facing up to life's disgrace Trying so very hard to win defeat In such solemn time when I should retreat I rest in the noon of sunny day Fretful of the awful come-what-may Wishin' I were in another place In my dyin' space of disgrace I sleep in the howlin' wolf's moon Darkest of dreams coming too soon Resurrecting and killing of my life Acknowledging all of my damn life's strife