Morning

Morning is when I don't get up late
Morning is when - the alarm I hate
Morning is when the dreams fall apart
Morning is when she's blind from the start
And it's early in day and it's late in the night
The water is waste and the spoon spins inside
The coffee tastes great when I cheered to the sun
With the cup there is smoke, with the smoke there is smell
With the smell I wake up, it's like a casting a spell
I cannot take back, what is once thrown
And sitting in haze and staring outside
In the shallow of days the shadows are bright
In failing your speech, shapes you cannot reach
And sailing on see with shits build like smiles
And going out there, drowning outside
And failing and reaching and staying in row
And thinking and thinking and touching and feeling
And thinking and thinking and touching and it is over!