Every one of them begins different although routine is attached

Nobody wants to see them, then again we shout our thanks for them constantly

It’s weird but the brightness of it allows us to escape from the darkness

But that darkness we welcome

That darkness contains our wants, our needs

Subconsciously

But it knows us sometimes better than we know ourselves

Then you arrive

With your highs and lows

The promise of change

The hope that this one will be better than the last

And it will

And then you get into traffic

Then the horns honking begins

And now you’re late

And your coffee’s cold

But it’ll be okay

They don’t put the good in Good Morning for no reason

So I guess,

Yeah I guess this is Good Morning

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