Rusty Morning

Black is the absence of light
A smoky smoggy brown sunrise
Shadows grow over lazy eyes
Kept asleep from darkening skies

Let enlightenment invade
Your problemsless slumber
Smell the saccharin sanka
See the world anew
Awaking up
Morning tea
Diminishing dreamsof the night
Where peace slept and your contentment lies
Turning on to the one-eyed monster
Dropping anchor in its subliminal harbor

I could surely do
All that this guy does
I could indulge all his broads
But I'm not him
Rosy glasses ignore
That all is tunnel vision
To choose not to choose
Is a decision