My day awakens the very moment my eyes open from a heavy sack time.
To the absolute second the cold pieces of my golden glasses hint my nose with a chill down my spine.
There I would wander, Will today be mine?
Oh how that smell of pine be a joyous delight not to wine.
Life sences my sences to get me up
From a dream I'd just awaken that had been so rough.
Though I am Okay,
Thanks to The touch of life that makes everything fine
When I wake up to the sun shine.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
My day awakens the very moment my eyes open from a heavy sack time.
To the absolute second the cold pieces of my golden glasses hint my nose with a chill down my spine.
There I would wander, Will today be mine?
Oh how that smell of pine be a joyous delight not to wine.
Life sences my sences to get me up
From a dream I'd just awaken that had been so rough.
Though I am Okay,
Thanks to The touch of life that makes everything fine
When I wake up to the sun shine.
