Morning
Bright sun rise
In my face, in my eyes
When I tell the world the lie
That I'm ready for the day
Move on
With a stretch and a yawn
Sing a little song
Hurry up or you'll be late
Still tired
Caffeine inspired
Subtract the eight required
Yes I promise I'm awake
But you know just what to say
Head on out the door
Don't worry no more
Things will sort themselves
I still feel compelled
To hop back in bed
You heard what I said
The sun will always rise again
This poem is about:
Me