I woke up this morning

I woke up this morning, the sky was not blue,

My eyes were not dancing, my head felt like glue,

My bones felt like lead, I was so not renewed,

But a day is a day, what was I to do?

 

I woke up this morning, my mind overrun,

With the worries of dreaming a yellower sun,

My blood non-existent, my arms weigh a ton,

But a day is a day, oh what have I done?

 

I woke up this morning, rather it woke up me,

Into a numbingly boring, teenage tragedy

No problems, oh privilege everywhere I can see,

I have so much potential of what I can be!

 

I woke up this morning, with what felt like a snap,

Into a new dawn, a new day, what use is this nap,

When I’m no more rested then a tree drained of sap,

My head’s hollow wood, hello? Tap tap

 

I woke up this morning, or did I? Don’t know.

Maybe I’m still dreaming, it’d be nice to forego

A day, one day, just rest it away,

And come back afresh, in a happier way,

Come back afresh with something nicer

To say.

Just –

Not today.

 

 

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