As you read these words You may be busy At war with your drowsy eyelids Struggling to hold them up Like Atlas carrying the Earth on his shoulders Its heavy weight making you want to surrender control And allow them to drop down
You may be startled by the overwhelming brightness From being accustomed to the dark Never fear You'll get used to it eventually And find the brightness comforting rather than blinding Drawn like a moth to a flame
It's time to wake up, sleepyhead Today is another day For you to conquer You decide what will become of this day And the next And the one after that as well For as long as the sky is up And the sun still shines every morning Each day is yours for the taking Seize it Donβt let anyone take it away
Wrote this poem this morning when I woke up, a bit drowsy but in a good mood!