Morning Rise

Preparation for the proceeding day and life.

Answer the phone
I always moan
There's a beeping tone
Why am I alone?

Lock the door
Can't return anymore
Same routine never before
Why such a chore?

Work until five
Another day passes at this hive
I am still alive
Why do we strive?

Always changing and rearranging
Always the same in a different frame

The life is a fight
We must find the light
This world and its blight

Prepare, adjust, repair, survive
We are still alive