IN THE MORNING

When my dreams excuse my mind,
the sunrise, replacing darkness
with day light.

consciously in my mind, i know
a new day has began,
the city is my war zone,
and life is what i am trying to
gain victory over.

in the morning,
when my alarm o'clock rings
my soul cries for motivation,
and i ask myself, is life worth fighting for?
i wonder.

in the morning,
sitting in the train station,
i see the capitalist man restructuring slavery.

in the morning,
i rate, and i ask myself
why do i keep wake up to this so called life?
Hope, hope, hope!!!!!
unconsciously, i answed myself, that's why.