Woke up to the same four walls
Coffee stains and quiet calls
The sun forgets to shine on me
Even the sky looks half asleep
I count the tiles beneath my feet
Every step feels incomplete
The mirror sighs when I pass by
But something in me won’t say goodbye
It’s almost morning
Maybe light is coming
Though nothing’s changed,
I’ll still pretend
It’s almost morning
And I’ll rise again
Flicker in the neon sign
Feels like hope but not quite mine
Still I wait, still I breathe
Like some soft, forgotten dream
It’s almost morning
The dark is thinning
I’ll fold the night and try again
It’s almost morning
And I’ll begin