MORNING

As I lie here in bed on the brim of a new day
Toying with what will come
I think of all the ways to be
Whilst through the window here comes the sun
I smell that theres been rain in the night
with the damp earth smell reaching my nose
as I climb out of my comforting bed
and reach for my working clothes
I brace myself for being brave
pretending to smile and be happy
when inside I feel like the days slave
and honestly feel quite crappy!
I long for the weekend away from work
and the quiet contentment that it brings
without the polite talking shop
and work related things
So as I pull my shoes on
and paint the smile upon my face
I gaze at my dear comforting bed
and which that I could stay in that place