When the lights go off not a sound is heard but when the sun rise people wake up and make noises much like the birds. The mornings are much like the nights only difference is you don't have a choice but to rise.
This is an ode, an ode to those mornings when I don't want to roll out of bed. Those morning when my friends tell me that they would rather wake up dead.
So, how is it that a morning one that is supposed to usher a new beginning can become one of dread. Even the word morning has morn in it.
The morning is just morning and the night is just the night . Right?
You know some people say " you can sleep when your dead". But when your dead your not awake. So, this is my ode an ode to those mornings when I wake up and on top of the world, those mornings when I think I could be a hero, and then I become one.
