Good morning.

Waiting for light to peak through the blinds,
For some reason it just brings me peace of mind.
A miniscule victory of another evening defeated,
Which sounds strange, but it's exhausting.
To fight through thoughts and toss around,
Just waiting for a massive orange globe;
To break that dark midnight hold.

My brothers sleep as soon as they hit the mattress,
For that reason alone I'm incredibly jealous.
They must have a mind clear and crisp like crystal,
Mines a bit distorted like a dimly lit house of mirrors.
Some nights I don't even delve into the past,
I'm just lying there trying to make a grocery list;
Waiting for that massive orange globe.

Thirty minutes and the night will let me go,
Hand me off to the morning to soothe me.
Writing makes me really tired once in a while,
It calms my mind but keeps it busy at the same time.
At this point there is no reflection, or grocery list,
Just sleepy eyes, and a quickly approaching
Sunrise.