dark morning

aint no sunshine at 2:21 and they say its a good morning. I wonder who made time begin when we are asleep... who made time repeat when eyes are closed. Isn't change best when it is witnessed? seen? experienced? 12:00 a.m, and it's morning. Would it puzzle someone if I ventured out into the world and belted "good morning" to the next lonely soul I encountered. I wonder what they would think. It's quite dark outside and the idea of morning just doesn't fit. Lights are on watching me now. I suppose its the closest to sunshine at this time. Television black, just a greyish hue from the cable box bein turned off. The air is still, cold, tingly. Even the fireplace is sleepin. The cracklin blaze of orange is long gone. The logs have fallen from their place. They're tired too. What's breathing besides me? My sweetness in the other room. The green light is shining brightly. I didn't see iton the tele just a minute a go. I'm tired. my eyes are getting heavy. The weight of my thoughts are sliding from my head and shutting down my body. My mind needs to go on a mental diet. Restricting the calories of thoughts. Lose a lil mental weight. And here it is... the close of this note. The end of morning? Yep, the end of a morning. The heater just came on and now it's really time to go to bed. Rest well world... I'll be joiing you shortly.