Bread AM

I'd be surprised to find out there's new things
I'd be surprised if a windfall would hit me
How come the sun rises every time?
How come I can't sleep until it does?
The space is narrowing
The fruits are blossoming
(Or so we hope)
After half a century, people will forget
I won't
I'm too fearful to die
To burn away my thoughts
Of virgins, unscathed and red-faced
I'll be the eternal no-gooder
I'll be in my memory
Even if I keep seeing the sun rise