the morning rays scatter into my room
dancing and prancing on my nose
the day boasts into my awaken
as he rejoices of being a youth once again.
i wake up to these songs of the morning
but see the same old door and floor.
that small hat hangs and waits
while that clock ticks and runs.
i walk in and out of that door
and i feel no difference
i stare into this view but i see no miracles
i wake up and grew up seeing it.
when i exit, the day begins.
when i enter, night falls and the silence hastens
yet like a gate it protects me.
and like lid, it reveals just a glimps of surprises my day has yet to offer.
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