Beratan Sunrise
Originally uploaded by tropicaLiving
Why were mornings created?
It's a question that pops
Into my mind
Every morning.
When my eyes are forced to open,
Even when they don't have to,
When the sun is in the east
And I wish my windows
Pointed west.
But alas,
I can't rue
The fact that mornings exist,
It being the beginning
Of another day,
Of new things to come.
And soon the night,
when I become most alive.
But I still hate mornings
And I have to live with it.
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