Good morning!

The day is great!
The sun is out!

Meet up with a mate,
Meet up with some friends!

Your room is lit by sunlight!
And you had a great sleep last night!

So do what everyone else does!
Close your curtains and go back to sleep,
It's too early for you.

While I sleep,
I pray that an Ascended Master comes to me.
Just to tell me that they're there,
I just need to open my eyes truly and I'll see.

While I sleep,
I pray that my friends and family alive or dead.
Are happy where they are,
While I am happy in bed.

Before I sleep,
I'll write a poem wishing a good tomorrow for the reader.
Tomorrow you'll no longer be in another's shadow.
Tomorrow, you'll be the leader!

"Hello!"
"Hi!"

"What is?"
"The sky"

"What about it?"
"It's high!"

"Oh, hello!"

Yes, this poem is quite confusing...
But then again, so am I!

My mind is a prison of ideas.
But they aren't held captive there.

I let them out on paper.

I keep hearing
"You should try to walk in my shoes!"...

Well, I'm sorry, I can't...
I'm size 12 and I don't like your shoes

How do you expect the unexpected?
Once you expect the unexpected, the unexpected becomes expected?