the morning brings stress for a time of life
being wished away
instead of enjoying every moment
cherishing it and living it to its fullest
instead you know it inevitable does pass
so you hope your body holds together long
enough to get
through to the next phase long
enough to see
the other side can’t possible be worse

don’t stop to smell the roses. head down.
eyes forward
press on
don’t give up hope even though you know it’s a ruse
for fucks sake, why are the days long and the years even longer?