Early morning thoughts, rein in my head

Birds chirping, wind blowing, soft cotton swishes along my bed

My thoughts swirling in air, seizing my brain

Making my mind rush vigourously, making me go insane

Thinking of my life portrayed in ever so light, hoping that my thoughts don't keep me up at night

Places I wish my mind wouldn't go sneak pass me, traveling from past to present allowing me to see

Opening my eyes, and keeping me woke,

My thoughts is a thing of it's own that I cannot provoke

Laying down in my bed as the sun comes up

Birds hallowing, wind viscious, a hollowness of corrupt

Insane or sane my thinking may be

Early morning thoughts in place of me