my morning i’m mourning
it’s the end of my evening
my normal mornings
end with me snoring,
interrupted by yawning.
when a normal morning
means waking up belonging
to a schedule, ready to get full
and start a morning making breakfast
my morning i’m mourning
because mine started feeling restless
without a second slipping into dreamland
my morning began quite late,
a better plot could not be planned
for a way to waste 10 hours straight
than watching the time pass and wait
for the feeling you feel to go away
it didn’t