Morning

Morning……Some bound out of bed with tha simplest of ease

and take to the day as if it’s a breeze

They're a  look of perfection and a dream to know

and everythings immaculate from head to toe

While others struggle and curse at tha clock

And the view in the mirror is a bit of a shock

All self-inflicted from late night kebabs

&  Dancing til three and waiting for cabs

And then theres us, yes us, that’s you and me

And even getting to the mirror some days is a luxury

But when we do and we stare straight ahead

Its always tha same like tha living dead

I know I’m that person raring to go

Somewhere inside and I wait for her to show

But nuthin absolutely nuthin, there’s zilch in tha tank

And I crawl back to bed, disappointed to be frank

Coz I’m finished before I’ve started, not even begun

Its morning, just tha morning and M.E’s got me done

I had a day full of hopes and dreams planned ya see

But in my head they always stay

So from my bed I hope the day away

Until It’s Morning again.