The morning,
shifting weight will sit,then
Pow,
will jump and with a giant fist
hit me in the face,
a knockout blow, thus starts another daily show
of grandstanding,
landing back upon my feet with eyes quite bleary,
I go out to meet
the coming of another day.
One more act,scene two,part one,the morning carries on as if
I wasn't there at all but later in the dining hall,I hear the call
of afternoon and morning's gone so soon,so soon,
another moon before I see its like.