Sometimes, mornings are what they said in the streets, "I shouldn't have got out of bed today" crossing with a red light, no finding parking space when late for an appointment, the last quarter rolling out under the car at the toll-boot with fifty honking SOBs queuing back you....

Waking up on the morning of another day
with the first silence whispers in your ears,
asking yourself if it is worth to come up
and face the demons riding on your fears,
or, be wise, and all philosophical about it
and remain in your bed for all that’s dear.

Under the blankets you imagine the sun outside
prancing like an horny Faun in the blue skies,
but in reality out there is a raging storm coming
to give Spring an about the face before it arises
on a world enough duped with so many promises
of about working hard to reach much better times,
oh! philosophical con-men immortalized in marble
sleeping pills will surely delete all your smiles!

Bare foot on very cold tiles, the need to take a leak,
abandon the cozy warmth is what one most despise
but falling asleep again, your dream of restrooms
let it to pour, oh what a relief!, that’s will be unwise,
so, clinch your teeth and run run run to the bowl
that your dog finds, when thirsty, so tantalized,
aim and fire, but always remember, get nearer,
it is not as large as your wildest fantasy visualize.

Waking up on the morning of another day
with the first silence whispers in your ears,
asking yourself if it is worth to come up
and face the demons riding on your fears,
or, be wise, and all philosophical about it
and remain in your bed for all that’s dear.