Hip Hip Hooray!
I hate mornings. My alarm insistent consistent
I always wakeup late.
I look almost dead.
A bird has nested on the crown of my head
I look in the mirror. God! Look at those bags!
I wish I could stay home, but the world awaits
The world beckons me to conquer my fears
I slip on sweats and head onward to school
I think of why I do this day after day after day
Nothing's ever the same
I remember how I’m in love with the thought of the surprise of what’s to come
Who to meet, who to greet, and especially what to eat
My motivation to roll or stumble out of bed
Having the chance rare to most
To wake up and live my life
I do it for those who can’t
I do it because...
The next chapter of the book that is not yet written is waiting to be fulfilled
I have the pen
By greeting every new day, I write my story
Bland, horrific, sad, terrific
It’s all mine
It is me
Influencing other’s books and chapters
Writing a page or two
Being someone
Being me
I hate waking up and greeting the day
However, knowing what awaits me makes me want to shout:
Hip Hip Hooray!