Morning...

How my mornings have changed,
How my thoughts have changed ways,

A new day has come
A new venture to conquer
but how can I face the world when my mornings have shut their glory at me?

How my mornings have changed,
How this death has changed its ways

A new day has come
And again I feel numb

The first thought
The first realization
The first idea that crosses my mind
before I even have a chance to open my tightly shut eyes...
is of loss

And then you wonder why I'm moody
And why I tumble and fall
You try to wake each morning with the understanding of it all...