Scrambled Dregs

At the bottom of the cup
Hungry no longer thirsts
Disappointment rules the
Rooster, crowing the time:
Morning, regret, failure,
You didn't forget, did you?
As the day swirls the dregs
Patterns appear and fade
Lead me to a middle of the
Day state of mind
Where the sun won't set
For some time
And the reminders 
Are a full moon away