The Morning

I open my eyes
The world is barely dawning.
How I hated
Being early in the morning.

Too tired to move,
I fade back to sleep.
Just for five minutes,
But after twenty, still not a peep.

The pleasant dreams,
Draw me in more and more.
I don’t want to go back to reality
After all, it is such a bore.

As I dream and I dream,
The minutes pass by.
It’s true what they say,
Time can really fly.

As the day begins,
And the air fills with song.
There I still lay
My sleep still stood strong.

7:00, 7:01
It was starting to get late.
My family getting worked up,
Tired and in such a state.

They look at the clock,
And realise I’m asleep.
Whilst I’m still dreaming,
About fences and sheep.

I wake up with a jolt.
I suddenly don’t feel like yawning.
How I hate
Being late in the morning!