Groggy old morning,
Why do you stare into my eyes?
I am not awake and yet,
Here you are.
You yank me from sleep,
Expecting me to take on
The blustery day.
But still within a dream,
I can't hear your maundering.
Speak louder to me, dear.
Your words have not reached
The point where I can process them.
You lecture without sound to me
And I laugh through the late morning.
I still am not awake.