I greet the day still sleepy in a way

waving towards the bright sun.

While others sog, and slouch out of bed 

I greet the moring determind to get ahead.

Nine to five with no end in sight is what others do.

But unlike them I have a finish line. 

determined to be diffrent ,

determined to be a author.

My end of the norm of life is near.

So I greet the day still sleepy in a way,

but the end is near. 

All because my creative spirt refused to bend.