THE AWAKENING

Early mornings are a different world, just like a man just awoken, the world jolts itself from slumber, the confusion and din of rising up, birds trying to figure out where they left, their search for worms, the days past cockerels trying to find their voices, after a whole night of snoring the sun is groggy from sleep it's eyes struggling to open, flickering open and shut, and the most confused of creatures, calling themselves men, run up and about trying to make heads and tails of life babes howling at the top of their voices labourers summon their tired muscles all these are done just to usher in another confusing morning ain't it funny that, we wake up to escape sleep and sleep to escape being awake?