Morning Here

I finally woke
From a slumber I was slowly lettin' go
I was in the median
From the atrium I looked across the road

Nothings planned
Find something scintillating
And reel it in
Nothings shaped
The way your pencil strokes
'Cause I'm in this room, everyday
And nothings changed

How if I think how I think
Would I ever get to sleep?
Hum a single note, imply everything's a joke
It's not as solemn as it seems

I wonder how you felt
When you blessed me with this name
Or when you watched me grow in 20 ways
I wonder if you'd smile
Or even shed a tear
If I told about my Morning here



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Fletcher
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