Morning

Once again morning comes
and the sun shines through my window
I am a waken up to the world
this morning come with another day
I only wish it stays way
I am tired and wish to sleep
but work is near to near to sleep
this world that I dislike
so slow so small to weak
I look in to the mornings face
and wish to stay away
I just get up and decide not to fight
for morning will come anyways