Good Morning
Good Morning
How I wish I could say such a thing
And always mean it.
But I fear
That in mornings I struggle
Coming back to reality after a peacful rest
It’s just hard to get up and be happy
When you’re mind is saying
Go back to bed, Go back to bed, Go back to bed
Normally When I say Good Morning
I actually mean
Miserable Morning
But you can’t greet someone like that
No that’s just not proper
So, when I’m forced to get up
I would just smile
And say Good Morning
But it wouldn’t be for you and I
Just you...
However
Yesterday was different
Yesterday I decided to try something different
I woke up and instead of listening to my half conscious mind
I said, No
No I won’t go back to bed
I told myself that today would be a good day
I just have to get up
I told myself that over and over
Fighting with my conflicted self
I had wanted to crawl back into my warm bed
And forget about reality just a little bit longer
But I knew, I mustn’t
I must get up
Think positively and the fog will clear up
Yesturday morning I woke up
I said Good Morning
And I meant it
That day, it had been a good morning.