Shifting Thoughts of the Morning

Morning’s cadence, a weird shift.

Feeling confused, I need a lift.

Where have my thoughts gone?

They are all but scrambled.

Some here, some there,

Deep thought not yet enabled.


Good morning brain would you care,

to join the sun in its bright brilliance?

I am only slightly more than aware,

right now of my own existence.

Where and when,

Did I become so dense?


Today seems like it would be good,

Even though there’s no reason it should.

I will choose to believe that it is so,

As any oblivious child would.

Should or could,

This improve my mood?



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