The hardest task in my life right now, is to get out of bed
It’s morning already and the sun is out, but I’m stuck in my head
It’s a thought, it’s an idea, and it’s as heavy as lead
It’s my mind, dreaming, seeing things in black and red
Get up Ed! Get up! But; it’s like mopping the ocean floor
I’m uncertain on whether it’s just hard or impossible, I wanna know
Or better yet, I wanna dream, I wanna see myself taking yes or no
It sucks that I never get to that part. It’s an elaborate chain; come and go
There’s always a new dream at that point
A new one in which it doesn’t matter what my answer is
There’s new questions. Why did I do what I ‘did to her’? And why did she do what she did to me. The misdoing; hers or his?
I have an answer but I’d rather not say it. I’m better off sitting with birds on trees
I think I need my mornings back, to think of better things
Better things, bigger dreams, healthier thoughts in my head
Clearer sunrises, lesser secrets in my bed
Good morning