Blissful mornings I pray would come
where my days are no longer short
and my hours are no longer numbered
where I forget the melody of the ticking clock.
One day the sun will rise
and I will wake to the auburn of the rays
and not the heaving of the alarm
For now I blink and its been a decade
for now I sleep and yesterday did not exist
I wish to look upon the present
and be wishful of tomorrow instead.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
Blissful mornings I pray would come
where my days are no longer short
and my hours are no longer numbered
where I forget the melody of the ticking clock.
One day the sun will rise
and I will wake to the auburn of the rays
and not the heaving of the alarm
For now I blink and its been a decade
for now I sleep and yesterday did not exist
I wish to look upon the present
and be wishful of tomorrow instead.