For on The Morrow Morn.....

for on the morrow morn;

it never changes,

as sad not glad

at the first time of day,

of having flattened feelings,

of no escape.

I want to hide away,

from a world of hello

and how is your day?

all I want is to be alone;

alone with inner self,

where I don't have to be

something I am not,

nor feeling of pretend,

pretending to be alright,

I'm quite comfortable

of the who is me,

for the first of the morn

just an inner deflection

of she'll be Jake mate!

sad not glad

is part of my day first thing!