These days have become longer,
Subsequently the nights shorter.
It's not that the sun peaking through the cracks of the black out curtains reach my bedside or that my roommates make too much noise
but I've been waking up earlier.
I've been falling asleep
at a decent time,
Anywhere from 10:30 to one AM  
Depends on work,
who wants to talk,
on the orb resting on these shoulders.
My dreams aren't of past loves,
Like they used to be
But of things I'd like to do,
Drink beer with my friends,
Surf in the clear waters of Australia,
Run away from my responsibilities.
Waking up anywhere
from seven Am to 9:30,
has taught me,
there's a lot of time I forgot existed.
I won't let it fade.