The Morning

The sun rises and things feel alright.
Last nights comedown gone and
Today's first high in progress.
Fresh from a dreamless sleep,
Fresh from a touch of nothing.
Music just sounds better in the morning.
Something about the sun rising makes
Me think I can take on the world, the universe.
I wish I could always feel that way. But the day is long.
You could live your life in a day if you wanted to.
I just hope I die in the morning, maybe as the sun rises.
I’d really like to feel that sense of hope right as I go.
The morning will be my only way out with a clear mind.