Wake up! Its morning, the sun is burning,
Damp humours are rising up,
Elevating every tired mind,
This is no time for mourning.
My window is open, it’s chilly,
Sunshine ushers in a new warmth,
Feeding my cold skin with heat,
Thoughts get refreshed, being silly.
My blanket is welcoming,
Engulfs my body completely,
It gives a sense of comfort and satisfaction,
And delays the deed, that is coming,
A song plays in the back of my head,
Brings in old memories of childhood,
A tear sneaks past my hardened eyes,
And ignites the pain that is long dead.
I sense it’s time to rise,
To get to my daily routine,
And increase the tempo of my efforts,
To claim what seems to be the ultimate prize.
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