I sometimes wonder What morning think. I sometimes wonder when, where, and why My eye lashes blink. I wanted to relax, Take time and think. Meditate before I start my day. Before the sun came up and show the World beautiful displays. I wanted to write my poetry, And recite my words, Put curves of my life on paper So my voice can no longer Be heard. I wanted to pick flowers, Pray, And grant wishes, Maybe. Just maybe, I wanted to eat my breakfast, And not clean the dishes. Call it a lazy morning, Before the sun comes up. Its 4’oclock, And the coffee makers is empty, Right along with my cup. It’s 5’oclock, And yet the sun hasn’t risen. I think I’ll play soft reggae. Close my eyes, And just listen. It’s 6’oclock, Maybe 6:30. The sun is now up, And the mocking birds Are in a hurry. Reggae, And my curved lines are still Telling a story. It seems like The coffee is on, And my cup is ready. My mind has stimulated. My words are now written. 7’oclock is almost near, And my coffee has started Beginning.