I push myself out of bed
Messy hair and squinted eyes
Without glasses is a blur me
Sleepily getting myself ready.

Trying to get clues in my head
Wishing forever be my off days
But first a cup of coffee
To gather the early energy.

Hopes make mornings blessed
Driving through the highways
Thoughts of work come to be
With music as my company.

Looking forward the day ahead
As bright as the sun shine rays
Enjoy little things that meant to be
Starting of my every day open diary.