The attack of the Dawn.

Fighting back the morning.

Angry that Dawn appeared too soon-

once again.

Too late to go back

to the valley of the Sandman.

Too seek more sleep right away.

And my cup of coffee is taunting me.

The morning will give way-

to afternoon, perhaps a nap much later onwards.

Feeling exhausted in that timeless way.

Where you have gotten,

probably just enough sleep-

but want more, anyway.

So awake now, what is next?

What will this day bring?

Where will it take me?

Useless to fight the morning.

Nor is it hopeful, or helpful

to be angry with the Dawn.

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