Woke up with lots of high spirit motivation.
Sensing I shall achieve more than the day I’ve ever worked.
With priorities set to take me yonder
And my dreams to which I ponder
All is set for my future to wonder.
Not knowing I’m made a pun
Of the things I’ve done that never bore results,
Hoping that I become fond of new outcomes
The goals achieved with little fuss
Laud I become across no toil,
The mess of my past revealed in a dream.
Of such strength I’ve wasted,
As I shyly grope in my wounds
Such beauty to see shattering so quick
A bell bang in as I alight from my bed.